juthwara

I woke up this morning and discovered my nails had reached a level of Howard Hughes/Chinese aristocrat/insane recluse level of freakish length and decided it was time to trim them before I put out someone's eye from across the room. Really, after eleven months on prenatal vitamins, you'd think I would have gotten used to how quickly they grow, but not me (really, it's like someone sprinkled Insta-Gro on my fingers and toes - the nails grow with an audible woosh).

Then I took a look at K's battle-scarred face and decided it was time for her to get a trim as well, although I waited for her morning nap before trying that. Next up are the cats. Nobody is safe when I get those nail clippers in my hot little hands and go on a rampage!

It's a lovely fall-like day today, with a projected high of about 65. I love fall weather. But that meant after months of wearing shorts with forgiving elastic waistbands, I had to face the music and pull out my jeans. Now mind you, I never showed much during pregnancy - I've been wearing the same shorts all summer, before and after giving birth. And I'm less than ten pounds away from being back to my pre-pregnancy weight. But sadly, pregnancy redistributes weight and more importantly, stretches out your skin so you can be carrying a spare tire around your waist even if you weigh _less_ than before you got pregnant. So I wasn't too confident. But I sucked in my breath (and gut) and tried.

The verdict? Tight but wearable. And I should start working on those stomach muscle strengthening exercises I keep meaning to get to and forgetting because I'm too tired at night.

Meanwhile, the cooler weather was a great opportunity to break into some new outfits for K. After a summer of an almost exclusive wardrobe of onesies, K is wearing a lovely long-sleeved and -legged outfit and an adorable pair of fuzzy socks (she was supposed to wear a cute pair of overalls, but genius that I am, I had put them on the changing table and forgot to take them off when I changed a poopy diaper. The overalls failed to survive the ensuing carnage unscathed). For some reason, it's the socks that bring it home to me how much she's grown since she was born. When she was tiny, I tried putting socks on and they would fall off within five minutes. Now they stay on for hours before she manages to kick them off.

The socks have non-skid soles on them. This is very important for young babies. You wouldn't want them to slip while lying flat on their backs after all. Industrial accidents happen that way, you know.

Yes, it's been a dull day. Why do you ask?

On the reflux front, the news is mixed. She's still having reflux attacks when she eats. But when I'm not torturing her with food, she's very cheerful. And she's started to adopt a three hour nap in the afternoon, which delights me beyond reason. So we're not there yet, but at least it's not all bad these days.