Early early morning.
I have been wide awake since 5:59am, but I guess that's what happens when you go to bed at 8:30 the night before. I was so ridiculously tired all day yesterday and just couldn't hold out any longer. I am getting all of these stupidly annoying pregnancy headaches and tylenol doesn't really do anything for headaches so they just grate on me until they go away. Good times. Also, I have the major, major food aversions and don't want to eat anything. Unless it is spontaneously something I want to eat, I feel full and can't eat anything. Dinner is the worst - I walk around the kitchen looking for something to make for dinner and then when it is all cooked, I watch Jen and Punk eat it and I just... can't. Sad. I'm sure that's not helping my energy level at all, but when I force myself to eat, I feel crappy afterward. Booooooo.
Yesterday was a gorgeous day and I feel like a schmuck for spending most of it inside, especially since today is gray and dreary. We did get out briefly to go to Tasty Top (ice cream stand) with Becki, although that was bittersweet. We ordered Punk her own cone for the first time there and of course she was in heaven, and then ran around with some other little girl who was there and then Becki was doing a lot of holding her upside down and tickling her. And guess what happened when we got home? Yep, she threw up. All over herself and the living room floor while sitting on the potty (I was hoping the potty was the reason she said her stomach hurt). So instead of going out to play we ended up doing bath, early pajamas, watching tv for a while, and sipping juice and water. She hasn't puked again (*knock wood*) and is sleeping well tonight/this morning, so I hope it was just a fluke. Yuck.
She was really sad about it. This was the first time she has thrown up since she was under two and it's like she has a whole new knowledge about it. She looked at me sadly and said, "I frowed up," as we pulled her clothes off, and later in the evening when she got the hiccups she said, "The frow ups are coming again," in this sad little voice. She gets these really violent hiccups and I wonder if she's still got some reflux going on.
I hear a little person stirring who is whining about her belly hurting and needing a cold drink, so maybe I spoke too soon. Adios.
Yesterday was a gorgeous day and I feel like a schmuck for spending most of it inside, especially since today is gray and dreary. We did get out briefly to go to Tasty Top (ice cream stand) with Becki, although that was bittersweet. We ordered Punk her own cone for the first time there and of course she was in heaven, and then ran around with some other little girl who was there and then Becki was doing a lot of holding her upside down and tickling her. And guess what happened when we got home? Yep, she threw up. All over herself and the living room floor while sitting on the potty (I was hoping the potty was the reason she said her stomach hurt). So instead of going out to play we ended up doing bath, early pajamas, watching tv for a while, and sipping juice and water. She hasn't puked again (*knock wood*) and is sleeping well tonight/this morning, so I hope it was just a fluke. Yuck.
She was really sad about it. This was the first time she has thrown up since she was under two and it's like she has a whole new knowledge about it. She looked at me sadly and said, "I frowed up," as we pulled her clothes off, and later in the evening when she got the hiccups she said, "The frow ups are coming again," in this sad little voice. She gets these really violent hiccups and I wonder if she's still got some reflux going on.
I hear a little person stirring who is whining about her belly hurting and needing a cold drink, so maybe I spoke too soon. Adios.