Joy

Ah, the joys of baby diarrhea.  The stink is finally starting to clear from the house and now we can start putting the pieces back together.  Literally, we have to put the highchair back together because he crapped all over it.  Who lets a baby with diarrhea not wear pants?  What was I expecting, that the diaper would suddenly start keeping it all in, especially in a seated position.  I deserved exactly what I got.

This week is the big "O", so I'm trying to drink as much wine and coffee as I can while I can.  And eat a big chunk of feta.  That reminds me, I should get a turkey sandwich this week too.  It's funny because last time I was pregnant I really felt like I missed the things I couldn't have, but once I could have them I didn't really want them.  I swore I was going to eat swordfish non-stop once the baby was born and then weaned, I still haven't had it.  I have definitely increased my alcohol and caffeine intake but not so much with the food.  I used to eat turkey everyday before I got pregnant but now I lost my taste for it.  It could also be that the last time I got turkey at the deli it was wet and nasty.