It’s been a couple of days without nausea, for the most part. Baby still has my diet pretty much flipped completely around but I’m trying not to stress about it. I gained 60 pounds with Hugo and eventually lost 68 so I know I can do it. It does make me sad to pack up all my skinny clothes for the next couple of chapters in my life!
Hugo wants to do everything himself now that he is two-and-a-half. He and I are getting along just fine in this phase. I’m proud of his perception and ability to imitate what he sees me and his father doing. Patience abounds.
Usually when I get home from picking him up at school, I let Hugo climb into the driver’s seat and mess with the controls. He hasn’t pulled off the rearview mirror in over a year, and I can deal with strange stereo settings along with the wipers coming on when I start the car. But last week, it wasn’t enough anymore.