So I broke my toe this past weekend, and the real tragedy is I couldn't wear flip flops for a few days.
Oh, and the after hours podiatrist gave me crutches.
I told Christina, "I have no idea how I broke my toe, but I can guarantee you how I will break my ARM."
My foot is much better now. I forced myself to let the house go and rest my foot for a few days, and I think that was a wise decision.
The podiatrist physician's assistant I saw suggested the break may have been due to my heels. Y'all. These heels I wore Sunday (when the pain began) weren't even that high. I guess I will be relegated to old lady dress shoes. They should go right along with the gray hair I am developing from pottytraining toddlers for the last 6 months.
At least I am getting a break with Gracie. She is much more content to sit and wait for "the victory" (thank you Amanda, for the ladylike and discreet manner you named that!) than Zachary was at this stage.
Although now he is jealous because Gracie has a chart and he doesn't. I told him I would make him a chart with stickers for every bath he doesn't waste half a bottle of soap. And for brushing his teeth. He used to be really great at that, but lately his toothpaste is "nasty for me."
!!!
In other news, this pregnancy is kicking my tail. I am so exhausted, and it is best for everyone concerned if I am in bed and out of commission by 10pm. I'm getting sick more with this one, and oh, my face seems to think I'm a 14 year old boy. A 14 year old sweaty sweaty boy. It's such a treat.
I have a bag of Nilla Wafers by my bedside to help combat the sickness, since that's the mildest snack we have around the house right now. I'm trying to ward off the nausea with a regimen of two tums each night and two tums in the morning, but the other night I just laid there and had to wait for it to pass before I could breathe again. Chris offered to get me the tums, but I waved him off telling him, "This brand of ick has to either be gotten over or thrown up. No tums will help."
Oh, and the after hours podiatrist gave me crutches.
I told Christina, "I have no idea how I broke my toe, but I can guarantee you how I will break my ARM."
My foot is much better now. I forced myself to let the house go and rest my foot for a few days, and I think that was a wise decision.
The podiatrist physician's assistant I saw suggested the break may have been due to my heels. Y'all. These heels I wore Sunday (when the pain began) weren't even that high. I guess I will be relegated to old lady dress shoes. They should go right along with the gray hair I am developing from pottytraining toddlers for the last 6 months.
At least I am getting a break with Gracie. She is much more content to sit and wait for "the victory" (thank you Amanda, for the ladylike and discreet manner you named that!) than Zachary was at this stage.
Although now he is jealous because Gracie has a chart and he doesn't. I told him I would make him a chart with stickers for every bath he doesn't waste half a bottle of soap. And for brushing his teeth. He used to be really great at that, but lately his toothpaste is "nasty for me."
!!!
In other news, this pregnancy is kicking my tail. I am so exhausted, and it is best for everyone concerned if I am in bed and out of commission by 10pm. I'm getting sick more with this one, and oh, my face seems to think I'm a 14 year old boy. A 14 year old sweaty sweaty boy. It's such a treat.
I have a bag of Nilla Wafers by my bedside to help combat the sickness, since that's the mildest snack we have around the house right now. I'm trying to ward off the nausea with a regimen of two tums each night and two tums in the morning, but the other night I just laid there and had to wait for it to pass before I could breathe again. Chris offered to get me the tums, but I waved him off telling him, "This brand of ick has to either be gotten over or thrown up. No tums will help."
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