There's just so much to do, and I just never get caught up. Once Sophie starts sleeping better and I actually get a full night's rest, that will help. Once we sell this house and I can quit living in clean-enough-to-show limbo, that will help too.
I go to the doctor tomorrow. Ick. After my stay in the hospital due to my c-section infection, I have an understandable aversion to doctors. And a severe lack of trust in them. But this stupid problem with my lungs isn't getting any better, so I think I need to get on an allergy medication. Double ick. I truly hate to take long-term medication. Just another sign of getting old. That's right - old and tired.
Good news, though, is that Sophie is growing like a weed. She had her one-year checkup today and she's up to 30" (80th percentile) and 20 lb, 13 oz (50th percentile). She's doing great on everything. Her ears look fine, too, so her constant pulling at them is likely just habit, or referred pain from teething. Her pediatrician couldn't get over how big Izzy is. Me either, so I know where he's coming from! He said he wasn't the least bit fat, so that was reassuring to me. The kid out-eats me and Chris on a regular basis and has a tummy now for the first time in his life, but the doc said that's a sign of being normal. I can't wait for his three-year old appointment to see just how big he is now.
Well, off to watch TV instead of giving in to my tiredness. Wonder if there is a pill for stupidity?
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