You Snooze, You Lose
No post last night. Erik was so hard to put down that I almost fell asleep in bed waiting for him to go to sleep. I managed to stumble up, brush my teeth and rip my clothes off. Then back to dreamland for me. It was so nice when he was Ferberized. So very, very nice. Then one day he just decided that laying there and going to sleep with no fuss wasn’t happening and we are back to how it used to be. We’ve tried to train him to go back to the Ferber way. Believe me we’ve tried. And tried. And tried some more.
The screaming, oh the screaming. I just can’t take it. It’s not minutes of screaming. It’s hours of screaming. I think if we lived in a single family home I might possibly be able to deal with it, but our neighbors get tired of the screaming (as evidenced by the banging on the ceiling and walls).
My nips are as sore as a newborn mom’s nips. The kid hasn’t eaten a single solid thing in three days (though he did just eat his whole breakfast, so I think he’s on the mend). The thought of him sucking on me for another minute makes me shudder. Even wearing clothes that brush against the nips hurts. I can’t hardly stand it. But a kid has to eat, right? The last two days he’s had breastpoop diapers. Poopslosions are impressive in infants. Just imagine the amount from a toddler. Or don’t. You might puke if you have a good imagination.
On the upside, I looked into LJ Book again. I looked at it a couple of years ago and decided it was not a practical solution to my journal-to-book solution, but I ran the whole of 2005 with an A4 page size last night and if I took out the Table of Contents and comments the size came in at 321 pages. It looks like that is going to cost me less than twenty bucks! I just need to make up some type of cover. Whoo-hoo! Also, a clever title would be good too. So far I have “The Queen of Rambles,” “The Queen of Rambles Rambles On,” “More Rambles from the Queen” and “The Queen Goes to Washington.” The 2005 book will focus on the pregnancy and birth so it needs something to reflect that I guess.
I had a really cool dream that would make a great YA fantasy book but I can’t remember anything about it. Except the pizza. Somehow my mom pulled an already baked pizza out of a secret oven and the pizza saved the world. Don’t ask me, I don’t know.
Erik is getting antsy so I guess I have to wrap this up and head to the gym. Oh gym, how I love thee, with your childcare room and mega-air-conditioners.