Lessons learned in the last couple months:
Man-sized baby toots, burps, snorts, and grunts are funny every stinkin' time. At least, we sure think so! :)
Not being able to brush your teeth good for 8 months because it makes you gag is NOT a good thing. Sugar bugs still find teeth when you don't eat much sugar. (good thing David's going to be a dentist)
I hate lovenox shots more than hormone shots in the rear. And I really hated those.
I love the side-to-side and front-to-back baby swing. Thanks LB for the trial run with yours. In fact, if they had them in adult sizes, I'd buy two for myself. And one for David. And for birthday gifts. I'd just switch out the mobile for a candy dispenser that can hold gummy bears. (again, good thing David's going to be a dentist)
Binge eating on a bunch of sugar cookie dough and canned frosting is never a good idea after not eating very many sweets/sugar for the past 10 months.
The smell of formaldahyde from anatomy lab is really hard to wash out of Dave's scrubs. Ewww!
My name is Kabree and I'm a pickaholic. I'm obsessed with picking at Brigston. Seriously. I have a problem. I get a rush from getting a big 'ole booger out, or a piece of dead skin. Toe fuzz? Delightful! Eye sleepers? Even better.
I got brave and went to the store for a prescription. Brig was sleeping so I got bolder and picked up some groceries. Got into the checkout line, had a lady in front and behind me. I was just thinking to myself what a piece of cake this was when Brigston started crying. I mean, he was sad. And I was blocked in. Trapped. He had a bubble, and I couldn't get him out of his seat and checkout at the same time. I'm sure the looks I got weren't near as disapproving as I felt they were. But my cheeks were hot, and I was about to start crying myself. But I rocked his carseat like mad and he eventually fell back asleep (felt like it took a year). Lesson learned: NEVER get cocky. That's when all heck breaks loose for a fragile minded new mom.
I can't control everything happening inside my body, no matter how bad I want to! Yep, found another blood clot in my pelvis the week was I supposed to be cleared to stop my lovenox shots. Boo. Have I mentioned how much I hate those? Twice a day. Three more months. Yeah. Pure hatred.
I still cannot nap, even after an all-nighter with Brig. Yes, craziness. I need brain surgery to get rewired on that one! Thank goodness Brig's usually an awesome sleeper at night.
Even though I said I'd never be "one of those moms" who uses a pacifier, I've become one. (shameful look) Brig is "one of those babies" that wants to suck on anything, everything, and everyone when he's not eating. So, to prevent him from constantly trying to eat David and me alive and to prevent future hickies, we've had to turn to the paci to satisfy his strong sucking desires.
David gets to be the designated lawn mower from here on out while we're in Houston. I love mowing the lawn, but after chopping up frogs, big spiders, and as of last week TWO SNAKES, David's the lucky one who gets the job. I DO NOT do snakes.
I've decided that the best job I've ever had, and ever will have, is being Brigston's mom. I get to wake up to this everyday. Priceless.
Aunt Ky spoiled us and flew down for a visit this month. Oh how we miss her! We had a great time, went on walks, snuggled with Brig, even went to the Houston livestock show and rodeo. Brigston loves his Auntie KyKy! Wishing she could stay down here forever, or come at least every other week. I better put my order in for that. Thanks so much for coming, Auntie!
