My sense of peace? Gone.
I've tumbled into the end-of-pregnancy despair. Just yesterday! How can one week be so different from the last?
I am not sleeping well -- that could have something to do with it. I spent the hours from 1:00 AM to 5:00 AM in the hazy netherworld of wakefulness and half-sleep, having to get up and pee three times and up to eat once in that timeframe.
I want my body back.
I'm having a hard time, too, with squirrely little boys who are drawn to me with magnetic force and whose most joyful desire is to be doing all their happy games or wild play right next to me. Or on me. I am just so super-sensitive right now. I don't want to be jostled, whacked, thumped, or hanged upon. And, it seems that no matter where I am, or what I'm doing, it's happening.
I sound like such a crank.
I got out the newborn clothes yesterday. And the diapers. I'm mid-process with Truen's baby calendar. I haven't touched the hem of the swaddling blanket or the mending pile.
I cleaned out, washed walls, dusted, and vacuumed the entire downstairs bedroom last week. It was so cathartic. Upon closer inspection this morning, I saw a thin layer of dust on the vanity. Despair! Dusting really should be done once a week?! Who has time for that?
(I know, I know . . . such a shift of gears)
On the brighter side, we have been applying a homeopathic wart gel on Truen's five (count 'em: FIVE) warts: the giant one on his ring finger that he has had for over a year, the three smaller ones on the same hand and, the worst of all, the one he developed on his BOTTOM LIP this fall (a result of sucking on his big wart so much).
And they are disappearing! Shrinking, dying, falling off. We started noticing change within a week and a half of using the gel. What an easy and gentle remedy. We sourced the gel from a compounding pharmacy in our area, on the advice of a friend. It has been three weeks of application.
The wart on his lip is barely visible. The one on his thumb actually fell off yesterday. The two little ones on his hand have sunk back in and are no longer visible and the giant ring finger wart is turning brown and shrinking.
Victory! We are so pleased. And relieved.
I mean, come on -- a lip wart? Yikes.
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