No Sugar and other Happy Matters

No sugar In ME that is! Or, not a LOT of sugar in me. Or.. you know, NO gestational diabetes for me. 🙂

Which means that was SUCH a great thing that I got to eat all that Coldstone ice cream last night. haha 🙂 After the first three bites I felt a little sick but crammed half of it down my throat anyway. I actually didn’t have too bad of a reaction so that is nice. I will be sure to stop by Baskin Robbins for a mint chocolate chip ice cream shake sometime in the near future. Just to test myself. 🙂

Of course the nurse DID say that I should be sure to avoid refined sugars for the rest of my pregnancy. I solemnly said I would work on that. hahahhaha – I don’t know why I have such a horrible track record this time. I guess it’s not even a track record of being horrible. It’s a thought process of horribleness. Last time we had our 12 weeks of Bradley Classes while I dutifully marked down what I ate each week while attempting to reach 100 grams of protein. It was all wonderfully wonderful. This time, notsomuch. Make no mistake, I’m eating fairly good! Eggs usually for breakfast, turkey sandwich for lunch, chicken and veggies (or some fairly healthy and not creamy/fattening crap) for dinner. It’s just the in between times where my car just wanders into a fast food drive through, or the brownies I bake at night, or the cookies I stop for at Campitelli’s… or the big cokes I drink. 🙂 And I think I just feel bad because I HAVE NO GUILT. NONE. I feel completely entitled to the junk food. So I guess that is why I feel so flippantly evil on what I’m eating. It’s not that I’m eating that bad. But if I was worse, I probably still wouldn’t care. Oops. I wonder if we have any Hershey kisses in the pantry?

Oh gawd, we did. I’m happy now. They are sitting in my pocket so J doesn’t see them.

I knew they were there even though I haven’t touched one for months. See what happens when I don’t get my nightly sugar fix? I’m used to Golden Spoon EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. My stupid silly lactose weirdo tummy thing nixed that and I’m stuck craving sugar! I downed two glasses of apple juice this evening when I don’t usually drink it! (Plus the coke I had earlier this morning when I felt entitled due to my pissy mood of no sleeping last night cause Sam’s a crazy person…) Anyway.

Hours later now…

Hmm, what were my other happy matters?

Well, Sam’s room was painted a second coat today!!! And Scott McKeen and his brother are doing the polka dots tomorrow!!! Yea!! I’m so happy I don’t have to do them! Seriously.

I’m almost finished with one of Sam’s cubbies. Almost. Those silly things are taking freaking forever. What a pain. LOL – But I DON’T think it will turn out that bad! So I’m slightly happy about it! I just have no place to paint so when I do, I have to cover the kitchen with plastic, cover the outside poker table with plastic… Paint inside the house, take it outside to the poker room, take the other pieces in to paint, take them out to dry. Then, remove all the plastic so we can have dinner or whatever. Sheesh. And every Thursday is Poker night so the stuff has to be dried/off by then. I painted all last night ~ two hours ~ and had a crappy backache for it and was so tired today that I didn’t do the other side. So we have all 9 parts of the first cubby painted purple and I have to do the other side. Plus, then give some of them a second coat. The pieces in back I will ignore but the front showing pieces I think I must. To clairfy all that paint and I’m only done with one… The cubbies need a fresh coat of primer paint because they are all shiney – so I have to do both sides. Then, the color paint. That’s a lot of paint.

Only 5 more to go as I get bigger and bigger. Wonder when those things will be done? Hmm.

So, I’ve been dedicated to trying to get Sam off her bottles. For the past few months we’ve been doing a 7:30 bottle, then getting ready for bed/bath and having her ask for ANOTHER bottle, and then sometimes even right after her stories and before bed… yet another few ounces. Sheesh. Plus the nighttime wakings were killing me. It’s tapered off a bit but still I want the chance to be able to say NO BOTTLES at night cause we don’t HAVE any bottles…

It’s so sad though, she loves her ‘baabaa’ so very much. But as Krysta said today, alcoholics love their drink too… so that pretty much shut me up.

The cuddle time is so sweet though. Here is her past sleeping habits though:
15th – cried 1:45 – 2:30 – bottle
14th – Good
13th – Good
12th – Good
11th – Good
10th – 5:00am – bottle
9th – Good
8th – Good
7th – Good
6th – 11am – 2am – Bottle ~ 3am Bottle
5th – Good
4th – Good
3rd – 4am bottle
2nd – 4am bottle
1st – Good

Yesterday she has her second flu shot. She always cries at night after a shot, no exceptions. Gawd, I have no idea what was on the 10th… 5am though. Oh wait, I think that was the day I let her sleep four hours for a nap. 🙂 I was having such a good time… The 6th she got no nap at Grandma’s and the 2nd & 3rd were recovering from Oregon.

It’s just so ANNOYING. I hate it. I can’t stand sleeping a full nights sleep for 4 or 5 days and then having to get up for an hour randomly. Let’s not even talk about the fact we will have two soon.

So my main gripe right now is that I had this plan. I was gearing up for it. I have to have plans, you know? Otherwise I will do whatever is easiest. I know myself. I am lazy.

So I emailed Justin – Yes, I email him most things we need to talk about, it’s easier that way. LOL – and made our plan. Right now it was move up the bottle to 7pm, stuff her full of food the whole night and offer the sippy during the bedtime routine and bring in snacks to read books with. We started that last Friday and it’s worked really well. Justin leaves to Virginia on Monday and I was thinking of going with Sam to buy a ‘big girl cup’ this weekend and getting read of the bottles altogether on Saturday. That way if we have any CIO (cry it out episodes), I deal with it myself. It’s just to hard with two people. Justin hates it and then we argue and it’s 230 in the morning and I just can’t deal with it. So in my email I talk about a few different options we can do if she cries – offer snacks? Offer the sippy? Just let her cry, knowing she is fine in her crib. Mind you, we have to move her to a big girl bed in a few weeks! This has got to stop!!! In his email back to me he said, we just need to let her cry.

Well, ok then.

So last night, she started crying at 1:30 or 145am. I kept turning the monitor down but watching it. And feeling bad. She just had a SHOT. I know that’s why she woke up. Plus she didn’t eat her dinner at ALL and we kept trying to push food in her but it wasn’t enough. But we said no ‘baabaas’ at night. He said we should let her CIO. I’m totally fine with that but here I am staring at the stupid monitor wondering what should I do. So Justin finally either speaks up or wakes up (he’s the lightest sleeper, I’m sure he was up) and says ‘What’s going on’. Um, what’s going on?? R U kidding me? Um yea, she’s not sleeping? Yea, I think that’s crying I hear. What do you think? Anyway.

“What do you want to do?” sez me.
“Just give her a bottle – she didn’t eat very much dinner, she’s just hungry.”

As I process this and feel completely upset…. it’s for a few reasons. A) He’s not backing up the plan and B) I didn’t want to back up the plan either.

So instead of freaking out then, or even today – about how we were not following the plan, how we need to get rid of these things – I just let it go. Cause I know I just wanted to give her a bottle too but he just said it first. Although I know she would have stopped crying at some point. Or you know, I would have gotten her at 6am. (I’m just kidding – kind of.) And when I walked in there she just shouted BAABAA at me so obviously, yes, she wanted that. (May I said it was kind of nicer when she could just cry and no words would come out? haha)

I do know that Griffin will be nursed for however long and the sippy cup will be introduced NICE and early and there will be NO BAABAAs after 1 year. NONE. Ridiculous! I don’t care how cute it is if he still likes to cuddle with his bottle with us after 2 years. Boo!

I hate those stupid bottles. I hate washing them, I hate filling them with her stupid poop medicine (even though she will still have to have that in her sippy), I hate them at 2:30 am.

Boo. Someone take these bottles away from me!

And now there is no more chocolate in my pocket. I’m so tired. 🙂 And this wind is freaking me out! This was supposed to be a happier post but I just don’t think I’m feeling it today. LOL – Maybe tomorrow!