My poor little, normally happy, baby daughter is sick with a cold and teething. She's MISERABLE. I spent a good portion of the night awake with her last night. She just wouldn't settle. I finally gave her some Tylenol at 5am and she settled into a restless sleep until about 7:30am...right beside me in bed. It's now almost 10am and she napped in my arms for about 20 mins. But, at least she's not crying now. Just sitting on my lap with her fist stuffed in her mouth. I shouldn't complain. For the first 3 months or so of her life she barely cried. So, it's still a bit of a relief to hear her cry. And this is the first night in months that I've had to get up with her for more that just a quick plugging in of the soother and turning on of her music. Usually I don't have to get up with her at all. So, here's to a long, tired day ahead. Haven't even gotten to my second cup of coffee yet. Maybe after I post this.
I hate running out of flex points. I used up my last 3 with supper last night and then a chocolate in the evening. I was hungry when I went to bed and once again felt weary at the shear idea of eating a limited amount of food for the rest of my life. Sigh. I wish I didn't love food and the feeling of full so much. Well, another day and then my flex points reset. I know it's necessary to limit my food intake. I know I need to do it. I hope that I can get used to it and it becomes what I WANT to do, not just what I HAVE to do. One day at a time. I just have to think about that. I'll do what I have to when I get there, but for now today is the day to worry about.