Yesterday Abby had her 2 month checkup appointment, complete with shots.
Her new stats are 11 lbs 3ozs, and 24 inches tall. That’s TWO FEET TALL, people. Where does she get her towering height from? Certainly not her parents. Maybe my dad’s genes skipped a generation and she’ll be 6’2″.
Her shots went as well as could be expected. I felt horrible hearing her scream only to know she had 2 more to endure. But she survived, and so did I. And then she slept ALL DAY. Thus…last night didn’t go so well. She didn’t want to go to bed, and when she fell asleep she woke up at midnight, 4am, 6:30am, and that was that. We were up for the day. So now I’m doing my best to try to keep her stimulated and entertained so she sleeps tonight. Momma’s tired.
In my attempts to keep her awake – she’s learned a new trick.
She figured out how to bring the rattle up to her mouth AND CHEW ON IT. ISN’T THAT EFFING AWESOME?! This kid – she’s got talent.
Well, I survived NYE…barely. I drank as if I hadn’t stopped drinking for 10 months. MISTAKE. Also…having champagne be a large portion of my bevvy consumption was a mistake. And maybe that shot of tequila was a mistake too.
despite the face I’m making it was quite delish.
the midnight mooch
…and then this happened.
I woke up on Friday morning with the WORST HEADACHE EVER and heard the hubs reaching for something in a pill bottle. I shoved my hand in his face while managing the words “GIVE ME SOME.” I got Tylenol (what was left of the pregnancy stash) because we were out of Advil. Yet another sign of my lack of drinking. Christ, he could have given me his man vitamins and I would have been okay with it as long as I was taking SOMETHING.
I woke up a couple hours later headache free, but with the spins. We showered and headed to breakfast with friends where I nearly vomited about three times. I ordered toast and a fruit cup, managed to finish nearly all of it and felt a little better. We then went to pick up Abby from the Grandparents and headed home for some good couch napping. Ahhh…New Years.
Anyway, my baby girl has her two month appointment tomorrow, complete with her first round of post delivery room vaccinations. ::insert scurred momma here:: I’m probably going to cry on the car ride home. That is, if they give her any shots at all. She’s been a little booger-y and cough-y for the past 12 hours. I’m hoping it’s just a fluke, but if she really IS sick, she might be skipping the shots this time around.
And today, I took this video. Pardon my squeaky voice. The hubs insists I should do voices in cartoons. I give a stern side-eye as a response to that comment.
