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Period. Finally.

Posted Oct 22 2008 4:51pm

A 46 day cycle and my period finally came. I'm hoping it was a fluke since if this becomes the norm it could put a real kink in my reproductive plans.

Monster baby projectile vomited peas and rice at me last night. It was super creepy, but she was fine afterwards and wanted to finish her food, which she did until she made a gag like sound and I refused to give her anymore. One Exorcist moment a day is enough for me. The problem is that she loves her food so much she never wants to stop and it's hard to tell when she's full. She eats all of the stage 1 foods and the cereals and we are currently testing the stage 2 foods for allergies. She eats solids 3 times a day with cereal each time, plus a full bottle of formula in the morning and then small bottles of juice with water if she wants to eat again in less than 3 hours. I think this is a lot, but the doctor says to even give her more if she wants it. Hence the projectile vomiting.

She is now 16 pounds, officially in 6-9 month clothing and 25.75 inches long. She's huge. She doesn't do any new tricks, as she refuses to roll from back to stomach, sit up, hold her own bottle, or grow teeth. Well, she has one new trick, stranger anxiety. It started months early and it's the one thing I could have waited for. No more babysitters for us. She won't cry for me, the husband or the Hellion, but if anyone else tries to hold her, she screams hysterically until one of us physically take her away from the offender. This includes my parents who she sees almost every day. It's fun.

The husband didn't have work today so he took the Monster Baby to his grandmother's house, leaving me in the peace and quiet to clean, dye my hair and shower. All things I've been wanting to do for a while. It's not fun, but at least something is getting done.

And speaking of the husband, men are stupid. When my period finally came, I had cramps. So in his infinite wisdom, he says: Are you sure it's not a miscarriage? You'd be what? 7 weeks?

Yeah, thanks, but no. I took massive amounts of pregnancy tests and didn't even have one evaporation line thank you very much. Although I do always enjoy having that thought put into my head.

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