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Naomi peed in the potty last night. And then she cried. I have no idea why she cried. She woke up from her nap (the first one she took in days) and was dry, so Cayne sat her on the little potty and turned on the sink. And she peed. I wish I knew why the tears though. We gave lots of kisses.
I have my third cold since February. I get sick, I start to get better, I get sick, I start to get better, I get sick again. I'm so not thrilled-this time it's come complete with body aches and a fever along with major nasal congestion, and I'm afraid to take a Sudafed, which I desperately need because I have so little milk to begin with.
Speaking of breastfeeding, we may be getting to the point where it's not economically sensible for me to keep going. It feels so wrong to factor that in but when you consider the cost of the supplements I take and the quantity I take, it's a big deal. We'll have to think about it. I don't love nursing...I find it miserable, it makes me angry and resentful, and I'm sure that's a result of struggling with such a terribly low milk supply...if feeding my children just happened the way it was supposed to instead of reminding me how things aren't working the way they should, it might not feel that way. I hope if there's a third baby, things go better than this time-they got better with Miriam, so I'll hold onto hope that the third will get even better.
We picked out kitchen cabinets yesterday. I'm having second thoughts about the color, but I may just bite the bullet and go with the ones I like. My Mom (who is familiar with the color of my kitchen) is going to go over to the store and take a look and give me some feedback...it's a question of whether I get the coffee glaze or not. The glaze might be a shade too dark, but it might not.
Seriously over being sick though-I have things to do an being sick impedes getting them done. Especially when running a fever along with what I'm feeling.
I have my third cold since February. I get sick, I start to get better, I get sick, I start to get better, I get sick again. I'm so not thrilled-this time it's come complete with body aches and a fever along with major nasal congestion, and I'm afraid to take a Sudafed, which I desperately need because I have so little milk to begin with.
Speaking of breastfeeding, we may be getting to the point where it's not economically sensible for me to keep going. It feels so wrong to factor that in but when you consider the cost of the supplements I take and the quantity I take, it's a big deal. We'll have to think about it. I don't love nursing...I find it miserable, it makes me angry and resentful, and I'm sure that's a result of struggling with such a terribly low milk supply...if feeding my children just happened the way it was supposed to instead of reminding me how things aren't working the way they should, it might not feel that way. I hope if there's a third baby, things go better than this time-they got better with Miriam, so I'll hold onto hope that the third will get even better.
We picked out kitchen cabinets yesterday. I'm having second thoughts about the color, but I may just bite the bullet and go with the ones I like. My Mom (who is familiar with the color of my kitchen) is going to go over to the store and take a look and give me some feedback...it's a question of whether I get the coffee glaze or not. The glaze might be a shade too dark, but it might not.
Seriously over being sick though-I have things to do an being sick impedes getting them done. Especially when running a fever along with what I'm feeling.
