I finally admitted to myself yesterday that my Prozac needs to be adjusted. I haven't felt quite like myself for about 5 weeks now. I've been either short tempered or on the verge of tears and getting upset over stupid inconsequential things. Five weeks ago would be about when we decided to give up trying to conceive and I expected to feel down from that. I was giving it some time to see if I would get over it, if it was just a situational temporary depression. Five weeks later, it's not better. And the kicker that made me the call the doc was that my new boss called me Terrisa to a co-worker and I was gonna jump down his throat! Not a smart move for a no-big-deal offense. Wake up call!
So the doc approved increasing me from 40mg to 60mg and if that doesn't work I need to call them in about 2 weeks.
On the potty training front...Stef made poopoo for me today. She kept saying poopoo (as I'm getting us ready to get out the door of course) so I sat her down on the potty. She had a little poo in her diaper but she kept pushing and saying poopoo. Nothing happened so she got up and was running around the kitchen diaperless. I had to take the messed diaper up to the diaper pail and get a fresh pull up for her. When I came back downstairs, there she is, squatting under the table. She got SO excited to tell me she made a poopoo (on my kitchen floor!!) so I couldn't possibly be mad at her. She's too cute to get mad at her anyway. ;)
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OMG!!! That is fantastic Terri!!! Not poo poo on the floor, but that she is going to be so easy to train. I envy you.
HA ! See they are so alike in so many ways, lol
That is so great! I'm so envious. I tried to put a pull up on Ian yesterday and he had a nervous breakdown until I took it off. He's gonna be in diapers forever!
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