I had like 2/3 of glass of wine last Sunday at a nice restaurant (basically, not the usual "one glass" that I'd pour at home) when we went with my family. H and my mom gave me the hardest time about it and I'm still peeved. I keep a sticky on my phone of stuff to ask my dr about and WINE is at the top of the list. Mostly because I want a mimosa when we go to Mother's Day brunch and if they hassle me again I will stab them both with broken stemware. My OB is pretty lax and I really hope she backs me up; if she doesn't I'll probably just lie and say she did.
I fully support your decision to have an occasional glass of wine. and agree, if she doesn't back you up just lie.
I agree! I'll back you up cookiesandwine. I would have drinks occasionally when I was pregnant with Aubrey, usually a half a beer or a little wine and she seems ok so far!
I fully support your decision to have an occasional glass of wine. and agree, if she doesn't back you up just lie.
I agree! I'll back you up cookiesandwine. I would have drinks occasionally when I was pregnant with Aubrey, usually a half a beer or a little wine and she seems ok so far!
I did with Greta too (but not with Henry) and (maybe this is my FC) I think so far that she seems like she is going to be smarter than Henry.
Post by somethingcleverer on May 1, 2015 13:47:16 GMT -5
LOL paddyb I was thinking that Aubrey has been an easier child than Shane when I posted before. I don't remember drinking while pregnant with him. Maybe a sip of beer. Hmmmm maybe drinking while pregnant has some benefits they haven't studied yet.
mrsrek10 gave me some good advice about how to react when D hits or says he's going to hit me/Paige/etc or is generally a toddler a-hole. When he acts negatively, I tell him I won't play/talk with him when he's acting mean and then leave the room. I go where can't get to me (like past the baby gate and upstairs) and tell him that when he's ready to be nice, I'll come back. I don't engage with him until he calms down or says he's ready to be nice. When he's ready, I come back and ask what he wants to do and we go on with our day. It's been working for us.
Hugs! Sometimes D gets me so worked up that it's hard to stay calm and not take it personally. Toddlers are the best button-pushers around.
hmm...in my house that would essentially mean I would have to lock myself in my room or the bathroom, since we are on one level. I think its a good idea to at least try.
mightybee, glad it is still helping! paddyb, you can do another room like that or if I am doing something like cooking supper and can't really "leave", I pick JA up and place him in the living room (of our open concept 1st floor) and tell him that Mommy doesn't want to talk/play with him unless he is going to be nice. I then go back to doing what I was doing and if he follows, I make sure to keep angling my back to him and having absolutely no eye contact or acknowledgement. If it last more than a few seconds, I would remind him "mommy will talk/hold/play with you when you are ready to be nice." Generally, he will say "i be nice mommy' or "i sorry mommy" or he will just start hugging my leg and I will say "are you going to be nice to mommy?" and he will nod or say yes. My DH does the same thing now and honestly, JA really only acts like a crazy kid now if he hasn't had a nap and is overtired. The attention seeking aspect of it stopped because it doesn't work for him.
ETA: once he acts sweet, I totally over kill him with attention, snuggles, etc. for those first few minutes after... so that the nice act is reinforced highly with my attention.
Post by xanthepants on May 1, 2015 15:06:48 GMT -5
You guys it was horrible. It was just hanging out there for hours and I wanted it to go away because dog boners are just gross anyway. Then it wouldn't. For hours. And I was like shit, is that gonna get infected or something after spending a bajiion dollars on him, and I want to go to my j12 gtg in a couple hours so I called the vet. When she told me what told do I was seriously like no effing way. Then I thought I can't let my dog now die from a damn boner. Keith yelled at me to not do it on the couch and I was like duh, find me some freaking gloves! Then he threatened me with posting it on FB. And I threatened back that I would kill him in his sleep. After much yelling at the dog to RELAX. Lubed him up- gag. I had to pull the skin back up and over- bleck!!!!!! I tried to think " this is what vets do". " thank god I'm not a nurse" etc. and there you go. I don't feel lucky at all. Not even a tiny tiny bit.
You guys it was horrible. It was just hanging out there for hours and I wanted it to go away because dog boners are just gross anyway. Then it wouldn't. For hours. And I was like shit, is that gonna get infected or something after spending a bajiion dollars on him, and I want to go to my j12 gtg in a couple hours so I called the vet. When she told me what told do I was seriously like no effing way. Then I thought I can't let my dog now die from a damn boner. Keith yelled at me to not do it on the couch and I was like duh, find me some freaking gloves! Then he threatened me with posting it on FB. And I threatened back that I would kill him in his sleep. After much yelling at the dog to RELAX. Lubed him up- gag. I had to pull the skin back up and over- bleck!!!!!! I tried to think " this is what vets do". " thank god I'm not a nurse" etc. and there you go. I don't feel lucky at all. Not even a tiny tiny bit.
Wow. The story is even better than I imagined! "Then I thought I can't let my dog die from a damn boner." You're hilarious.
On a serious note, glad you helped him and he's flacid.
I don't have any work today, so I'm sitting on the couch with my laptop next to me, showing in "available" and watching keeping up with the kardashians.
You guys it was horrible. It was just hanging out there for hours and I wanted it to go away because dog boners are just gross anyway. Then it wouldn't. For hours. And I was like shit, is that gonna get infected or something after spending a bajiion dollars on him, and I want to go to my j12 gtg in a couple hours so I called the vet. When she told me what told do I was seriously like no effing way. Then I thought I can't let my dog now die from a damn boner. Keith yelled at me to not do it on the couch and I was like duh, find me some freaking gloves! Then he threatened me with posting it on FB. And I threatened back that I would kill him in his sleep. After much yelling at the dog to RELAX. Lubed him up- gag. I had to pull the skin back up and over- bleck!!!!!! I tried to think " this is what vets do". " thank god I'm not a nurse" etc. and there you go. I don't feel lucky at all. Not even a tiny tiny bit.
Wow. The story is even better than I imagined! "Then I thought I can't let my dog die from a damn boner." You're hilarious.
On a serious note, glad you helped him and he's flacid.
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