It is Friday! I am linking up with Jennifer Fulwiler today!
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If you remember from Monday's Mumbles, Sunday night we began putting Vincent in his crib at the same time all the other kids went to bed. Up until then, we had been pretty lenient...allowing him to dictate his fall-asleep time by holding him on the couch or letting him sit with us until he finally dropped off to sleep. After four nights of him screaming bloody murder and then falling asleep -- he was also staying in his crib ALL. NIGHT. LONG. It's been great to go to bed and not be awakened a couple hours later by Vincent demanding me to come and hold him or bring him to my bed! So, then last night? Craig laid him in his crib and he laid down, allowed Craig to put the blanket on him and we shut the door and he was quiet! He went to sleep without fussing! And he still slept all night long! Hallelujah!!!
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I screwed up on my eating plan this week. I had some bread for the first time last night, I drank some Margaritas last Sunday (and last Thursday). I haven't been strictly keeping out the artificial sugars and I've had a diet coke or two.
The good news is that I haven't returned to a huge diet coke every day or anything. And overall, my eating is still light-years better than before, and I'm still working out to burn some extra calories making it in the past week or two. But I really do need to get back on the wagon. I'm thinking maybe July 1...hit it hard again with no sugars, no artificial sweeteners, no salad dressings, only lean protein and veggies.
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I have made so much progress (down 29.4 pounds as of last Saturday) that I really didn't want to lose momentum. But I wonder if a body just needs a little love in the form of flour and sugar once in awhile? I think the key will be getting back on the wagon and cutting down these last 29 pounds I want to lose. I'm happy to be back where I was about a month before I became pregnant with Gregory, but then I remember that when I became pregnant the last time, I WAS trying to lose about 25 pounds....
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The premature return to the monthly discernment process of being open to a baby or not really kind of sucks. Usually being pregnant for 9.5 months, plus the first year of said baby's life provides for 2 years of pretty much discernment-free time because 1) I'm pregnant already and 2) the first year is hard enough that even thinking about being open to another baby is not allowed between Craig and me.
Anyway -- the idea that I might have had my last baby isn't new. I felt that way after Vincent. Actually, I felt that way after Helen, too. And there are 3 years between Helen and Dominic -- my largest gap. Regardless of whether it's a new thought or feeling, I still feel sad about it. Is that just a normal woman feeling? Sometimes I feel relieved at the thought that I've had my last baby -- you know, no more gaining pregnancy weight (my doc thinks my issue is hormonal as to why I gain so much so quickly), no more putting job options on hold, an ultimate end to daycare costs, no more diapers, no more bottles, everyone in the house able to walk, talk and get into their own bit of trouble.
So, right now I am in that place where the pros of having had the last baby are outweighing the cons. But guess what? I'm thinking I have quite a few years before menopause hits full swing. Ugh.
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