So I'm thinking little Miss Rayne might actually be falling into a schedule. Nevermind the fact that she's still sleeping in her swing and has been for about 3 weeks (which still bugs me) but I can get one nap out of her in the morning and one in the afternoon for about an hour each. Which means a little exercise for me and possibly a nap since my latest medication switch is kicking my ass. I am now up to 80mg a day of Celexa, still on Saphris though I'm running out, and the newest addition is Xanax.
I've been obessing over my weight lately and it's bugging the crap out of me. I don't look horrible, but I was doing great at losing the extra baby weight then I gained it all back. My wonderful husband told me I had gone through alot in the past couple of weeks and switched medication 2 or 3 different times, so I couldn't be to hard on myself. But it's tough...between anxiety and the ppd and whatever else they think is going on with me I try not to stress but I think it's just in my DNA. :)
Though I did get out of visiting the other in-laws this weekend. It was a last minute trip that was going to cause alot more stress than it was worth so my husband called his father to let him know we just couldn't swing it. My husband's step-mother is very Catholic and opinionated and I just didn't feel like dealing with her snarky comments about what we dress Rayne in or how we feed her or put her to bed - and may the Gods help us if baptism ever came up, because she isn't and will not be any time in the future. I'm sure she'd think we were 100% heathen after that.
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