I have had no time to write or even consider writing. The time change threw us for a loop and still, a week later, the boys are waking up early (before 6), so by 8 PM I am ready for bed.
I am not so much a fan of laundry list posts, but, in the interest of time and to document for myself, here goes:
- after conferring with my primary care physician, we decided to increase (double) my dose of Prozac for really no other reason than I hit some kind of plateau, feeling no better or no worse. I continue to be so thankful that this remedy exists because I am worlds away from the dark hole I was in a mere two months ago. There is no bickering with my husband, I’m not irritable or overwhelmed, I am hopeful and planning for the future, and I am sleeping. Side benefit, I have not had ONE hot flash in at least 6 weeks.
- I re-joined Weight Watchers. Prior to doing so, I am happy to report that I lost 5# by using My Fitness Pal to track what I was eating. Not so astonishingly, I was nearing almost 2,000 calories/day (which clearly maintains my weight) and just shaving calories off every day has helped. I am, once again, conscious about what I’m eating. WW was offering a promotion which I decided to take advantage of. I’m not sure, really, if I am cut out for it any longer (just trying to find one meeting a week at a time a can commit to attending has been a challenge) but know that I need the accountability of weekly weigh-ins to get me started.
- Baby G is awesome. He is crawling and cruising everywhere (which, at almost 26# is helpful), had 4 teeth, and regularly sleeps from 7:30 – 5:45/6. He mostly eats what we eat but will still have the occasional puree pouch. We’ve done little in the way of baby proofing and something I repeat umpteen times/day now is, “No, no, no, no, that’s not for babies”. It came, then, as a hilarious surprise, when his first words were “no, no, no, no” said in protest (he didn’t want his diaper changed or he didn’t want me to take away the door stop he was chewing on or he didn’t want to ‘walk’ with me). My husband did not believe me so I told him to try to walk with Baby G and the baby sat down while saying “no, no, no, no”. So cute. Next up, ‘mama’.
- Had my older son’s first parent-teacher conference. I have reserved judgement as to his teacher’s abilities and what I view to be the sometimes combative way the administrators respond to benign requests, but the conference itself went well. My son has endeared himself to her which is helpful since he has been prone to emotional outbursts and she has been working with him. She is attuned to how smart he is and how to challenge him and we agreed on working together to develop his emotional maturity.
- We attended the school’s annual family dinner night (a casual buffet catered by a local Italian restaurant). We are starting to make friends, figure out who’s who, and I had a play date at a park today with one of the moms of a boy my son likes. She is a New Yorker, down to earth, and newly appointed the Board. She provided some context and framework that helped me piece together some of what I’ve been observing. She is the only woman on the 10 member board which I find odd (and unacceptable).
- Halloween was a blast. I was thrilled that we met up with friends early enough that Baby G could join us. My older son LOVES trick or treating (even if he doesn’t really love candy) and I love that he loves it (I could do without Halloween myself). We go to a street in the sleepy town where my uncle lives that attracts 10,000 kids in the course of the night. The houses are elaborately decorated, the street is closed to traffic, and it is FUN!
I miss this space, miss having the time to think about what to write, miss the camaraderie that comes from the comments I receive. I’ve been thinking about my post-infertile life, the ‘shoulds’ of parenting, what my next step with my birth mother will be, how we’ll navigate the upcoming holidays, what my next career might be and would like to write about all of it.
Until next time, I must leave you with a tid-bit I learned about how to eat an apple. We now all eat our apples this way (minus the seeds, of course) and this is what my apple waste looks like: