Isobel was up at 6am. After a 20 minute cuddle sesh, she went back down in her crib, reading her new Dora book. Now, it’s ten to nine, she’s still asleep and I didn’t go back to sleep. I’ve been reading blog posts and cleaning out email folders. Oh, the glamour.
In less than two hours, she has her first appointment with a peditrician. I’m a little nervous because a) he could tell me something big is wrong with her, like diabetes, or b) there could be absolutely nothing wrong with her at all and that would mean the following…
I’m just a whiner who needs to grow a thicker skin.
I’ll be asking him about alternative stuff like fish oils and low-gluten diets. Because, if I’m going to do it myself, it would make sense and be more cost effective if she was too. Or else I’d end up needed two sets of groceries and cooking two different meals every night. And in case your haven’t noticed, I’m incredibly cheap and I don’t do that.
Cook (lately), that is.
