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One Step Forward, (At Least) Two Steps Back


The Good: Alex is finally sleeping in his own bedroom, not in his swing, but in his bouncy seat placed in his (awesome) crib.

The Bad: He’s still up one to seven times per night, just for a little love and snacky-poo.

The Ugly: If anyone BUT me tries to help him back to sleep, he shrieks. And shrieks. And then shrieks some more. He’s got a little seperation anxiety goin’ on, methinks, and as flattering as that is (wow, THE BABY LIKES ME, HOLY CRAP!), it adds to my anxiety. And how do you keep a baby asleep when he’s so restless? I HAVE NO IDEA.


The Good: I had a doctor’s appointment last with with a new endocrinologist whom I liked very, very much. She listened to me, complimented my breastfeeding abilities, and genuinely appeared concerned about me. There is a lab located directly in the offices, so I do not have to go anywhere else for lab draws (this is a bigger feat than you might believe).

The Bad: Not only did I wait over an hour to be seen, but the doctor was/is currently out of town until the end of the week. This means that I will not be starting any treatment regime until then.

The Ugly: My babysitter cancelled literally as I was walking out the door, so I had to scramble to take Alex along. Somehow I don’t think “Baby’s First Trip To The Endocrinologist” will make it to the baby books. Now that I have all this time in between the doctor and the call back, I have effectively convinced myself that my labs will come back as absolutely normal. The only thing that’s saving my hope, is that my period has been MIA for over two months, so SOMETHING must be wrong with me, right?


The Good: I have lost a total of 10.5 pounds while on Weight Watchers.

The Bad: I’m feeling generally discouraged at the speed at which the weight ISN’T coming off and horrified by how awful I really look.

The Ugly: I have nearly no clothes that fit me, aside from maternity clothes, and this includes a winter coat. For my own pride, I refuse to purchase anything in any sizes bigger than I was, so I’m a bit cold much of the time now. I also was so stressed out by it, that I didn’t weigh myself last week, despite having not strayed from The Plan. I need to suck it up and do so this week.

God, I hate Sundays.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I’m wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
‘Cause there’s something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.

–Johnny Cash

4 Comments to

“One Step Forward, (At Least) Two Steps Back”

  1. On November 25th, 2007 at 5:27 pm Ashley Says:

    10.5 pounds is a lot of weight and took hard work. Don’t be too hard on yourself there sister…

  2. On November 25th, 2007 at 7:25 pm becky Says:

    Thanks, dude. Sometimes I need to remind myself of that. I’m just feeling SO discouraged.

  3. On November 26th, 2007 at 1:41 pm Kristin Says:

    You should be super-proud. A diet is so hard to stick to – especially when you are stressed out. If it makes you feel any better – remember how well I was doing? And then I quit smoking….yeah. Hard work goes bye bye because I keep stuffing my face with CRAP because I am at the office a million hours a day and not smoking.

    Tell Daver I wanna borrow some of his metabolism.

  4. On November 26th, 2007 at 2:27 pm becky Says:

    Dude, we should totally hijack Dave’s metabolism and use some ourselves. This is the man who recently stuffed his face with a McRib AND a Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese, washed it down with some fries and a Coke, and said “I’m hungry” about 2 hours later after grabbing a box of Cheese Its and eating it.

    My cheeseburger looked so pitiful by comparison, sitting near this sad pool of 1 Tbsp ketchup.

    And seriously, dude, the quitting of the smoking is much better for you than gaining a few lbs.

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