When she climbed over the grocery cart seat into the back and was stepping on the groceries yesterday I felt a little "snap" inside me (this was after about twenty other openly defiant moments in the few short hours she had been awake). It was good we were in public, because I was able to quell my pregnant-no-patience-irrational-upset-ness. At least until I got home and took it out on poor John.
Thank GOD for other mothers. I talked to a few yesterday (some in my neighborhood, and Tracy) who talked me down off a ledge and assured me this is just a phase and I need to relax about it. I need to stop being so discipline-oriented for every infraction--because after the tenth non-working timeout, it seems it isn't working. I need to try to ignore more. Let it roll of my back. Redirect her. And they were right. I employed that tactic yesterday evening and suddenly life seemed okay again. I swear. I am just not a natural at this. I have to be coached, people.
Now. Onto funnier topics. I've been meaning to post this for YEARS. John's mom saved a list of recommendations for pregnant women from her doctor when she was pregnant with John in 1973. Among other hilarious things are the ones about smoking and alcohol. And, I quote:
Definite proof exists that heavy smoking decreases the birth weight of babies. It is advisable to refrain from smoking altogther during pregnancy. At least cut down to half a pack a day.
There is no danger in having a few drinks. As a matter of fact, a cocktail or two is much safer than anything else during pregnancy to "settle your nerves" or help you get to sleep.
Can you imagine a doctor today sending this out in writing? Man. I should have been pregnant in 1973. I think days like yesterday would have been a little more bearable if I knew I could have TWO cocktails in the evening to "settle my nerves."