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Oh my Jesus it’s been one of those days!

My OB appointment was uneventful as expected.  My weight hasn’t changed since three weeks ago which prompted my OB to finally measure my fundal height [Why does that sound dirty to me?] and lo and behold I’m measuring just fine - 1 week ahead to be moderately exact.  No growth restriction here.

We were in there for 25 minutes from the time we pulled into a parking space till the time that we backed out of said space.  The majority of the time was spent with blood pressure, weight, urine and fetal heart rate.  I saw my OB for literally five minutes.  It’s not like I want to roast marshmallows or anything but am I the only one who finds five minutes a bit quick?

I’ve never considered myself “abused”.

I always had a bed to sleep in, clothes on my back and food in my stomach.

I can count on one hand the number of times that I was spanked.

But, the more I thought about it, the more long forgotten memories came flooding back.

Hours spent alone in my bathroom as punishment for some small transgression. [I got smart and started hiding books in my bathroom cabinet]

Months of hardcore grounding [ie, no tv, no phone, no reading, no visits with friends] for things that actually only deserved a couple of weeks of punishment.

Diapers are apparently very bad things around our house.

I make this statement based on the fact that I spent the entire weekend watching my child remove her diaper at every available opportunity.

The days of her running around the apartment in her diaper are over. Now, even when Cara is wearing clothes, she tries to dig under whatever she’s wearing so that she can pull at the diaper tabs.

So far, we haven’t had any “accidents”. But, I know it’s just a matter of time.

We just got back from the store and I’m a bit scared.

These hoochies on the left have taken over an isle and a half in the toy section at Target!

They’re like Barbie but ghetto fabulous and they look like little plastic sluts.

Am I the only one who is uncomfortable with this?!

They are in cartoons and music videos, coloring books, a MOVIE…I even saw a Halloween “costume“. I put costume in quotes since there wasn’t much to the costume and it was for a two year old!

What the hell?

Man, I know that Monday was a holiday, but this week just seemed to drag for me.

I have a sneaking suspicion that it might have a tiny bit to do with the fact that Cara has taken to waking up twice during the night again.

She eats and then goes right back to sleep and even though I can pass right back out as well, it sucks to not be able to sleep uninterrupted.

That and I’m worried that I’m creating this problem again.

When I was eight months pregnant with Cara, I took Sophie and Beck out back to go pee. The grass was dewy and the two idiots were tip-toeing around like the wet grass was going to eat them.

As I was cussing at the duo to get down to business, an itty bitty Sheltie came out of nowhere and charged my dogs…my leashed dogs…with me attached to the end of the leashes.

Previously (or currently) pregnant ladies, you know your balance was/is crap when you’re pregnant and mine was equally compromised that day.

I was over at Strollerderby today reading new stuff and came upon Sense of Entitlement? Blame Mr. Rogers!. Honestly, it was the picture of Mr. Rogers that really drew me in. I’ve always thought that Mr. Rogers was a bit on the creepy side…but that’s not really the point of all this.

Anyway, the discussion was about children being coddled and congratulated for being special just the way they are.

I grew up in the “special snowflake” generation. Mine is the group who expects pats on the backs for doing our job correctly and require constant positive reinforcement and praise or our heads will explode and we will turn into puddles of icky greenish goo.

Isn’t this the cutest string bikini you’ve ever seen?!

I was over at Strollerderby yesterday and saw the title “String Bikinis For Toddlers”. I had to do a double take. I found myself thinking, “That’s for a BABY?!”

If you want your daughter to wear it then that’s fine for you and that’s your choice. But I have an issue with putting my daughter in something with that small amount of fabric.

This is what I commented over at Strollerderby:

Bikinis were designed to make women look sexy. I have definite issues with putting my seven month old daughter in something that was designed to enhance her sex appeal…she’s seven months old.

Hollyn’s friend, Jennifer, kindly mailed me her copy of The No-Cry Sleep Solution book. She enclosed a handwritten note (great penmanship, by the way!) saying, “Good Luck! Chapter 4 is the one to read if you want the quick read”.

I thumbed through the first three chapters. They contained basic safety information about your child’s sleep environment, the basics on your child’s sleep cycle and then a chapter on “sleep logs”. The vast majority of it was stuff that I’ve previously read in other resources, so I have to admit that I wasn’t the most diligent study on Chapters 1-3.

I am so tired of writing about Cara and whether or not she sleeps. Granted, that’s about the only thing that I think about these days. So I’m sure that’s why Cara’s sleep patterns are the only thing I can find to write.

Well, last night was the first night that I had any type of guilt surrounding the Ferber Method.

On the two mother’s forums that I’m a member of, Peach and Everything Baby, all I ever read about the CIO (cry it out) approach was how hard it was on the mother. “It’s so hard the first couple of nights but it’s so worth it”.