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At the moment I feel like eating nothing but salad with some sort of added protein (but not nuts or cheese), fruit, and maybe something like yogurt or pudding or non-chocolate ice cream as my entire diet until the baby is born. Everything else seems like it would make me feel yucky one way or another.
I suppose there are worse diets.
I've been feeling really yucky in general lately, enough so that I'm dreading 1-2+ more months of this. I don't remember feeling this yucky last time, even at the very end. I probably just need more exercise, though. On the other hand, it was easier last time because I could more easily follow a "sleep when I happen to feel like it" sleep pattern after about this point.
Wow, that was a little scary. Someone called koyote. From the conversation, I figured it was probably our friend Christine. Leif apparently made the same mental leap, because he asked "Is that Christine?" It wasn't like the context clues were blatant, either. He might have been able to hear her, but she isn't someone he knows terribly well, so that would surprise me a little too.
Now he's back to the pretend game he's playing with his dinosaurs. Dinosaurs and a rubber chicken.
And now he is dissecting a tampon. Ah, the life of a 3 year old.
After his slight wandering the first night, he slept all night in the room by himself for the other three nights. Makes me wish there was a real possibility of a separate room for him in the near future. Same room/separate bed seemed so sensible until I found out how well he sleeps on his own!
I suppose there are worse diets.
I've been feeling really yucky in general lately, enough so that I'm dreading 1-2+ more months of this. I don't remember feeling this yucky last time, even at the very end. I probably just need more exercise, though. On the other hand, it was easier last time because I could more easily follow a "sleep when I happen to feel like it" sleep pattern after about this point.
Wow, that was a little scary. Someone called koyote. From the conversation, I figured it was probably our friend Christine. Leif apparently made the same mental leap, because he asked "Is that Christine?" It wasn't like the context clues were blatant, either. He might have been able to hear her, but she isn't someone he knows terribly well, so that would surprise me a little too.
Now he's back to the pretend game he's playing with his dinosaurs. Dinosaurs and a rubber chicken.
And now he is dissecting a tampon. Ah, the life of a 3 year old.
After his slight wandering the first night, he slept all night in the room by himself for the other three nights. Makes me wish there was a real possibility of a separate room for him in the near future. Same room/separate bed seemed so sensible until I found out how well he sleeps on his own!