Hubs and I have appointments at Hopkins tomorrow. Of course. During the Superbowl Parade. Of course. We made the mistake a few months ago of having an appointment on the day of the Grand Prie - I can't imagine this will be easier.
We usually leave the house 2 hours before an appointment to get to Baltimore on time. We'll probably be leaving about 3 hours early tomorrow and praying for good luck, because brilliantly our appointment is about 1 hour before parade start time. Ugh ugh ugh.
Other than that, life is peachy. Still haven't gained any pregnancy weight, but I know that is just a fluke for now. I am sure I will be nice and round eventually. My little belly is getting more defined but still could be mistaken for a food-baby and not a baby-baby.
The Little Man is doing alright too. He visited the Ex for the first time in a month or so last weekend, and so we've been working hard to get his sleep schedule back on track. The first few days he barely slept at all, which made for some very stressful mornings. But he's slowly getting back on schedule, and we are trying to work his daily nap back in there. His pediatrician wants him to wean off of naps, but when he does it means that he wakes up after only sleeping a few hours at night. Then he's up for another 4 or 5 hours until he can bore himself to sleep. His "perfect" sleep schedule usually works out to be a 2 hour nap during the day, followed by 6 to 7 consecutive hours at night. It isn't ideal, but we've come to accept that it is really all he wants and/or needs. Mommy on the other hand would be happy with a solid ten hours of sleep. For both of us.
Speaking of sleep... Our new REM case manager visited last week and informed us that our old case manager had not reapplied for the bed at all, and she was surprised that we had not qualified for it the first time. *Facepalm* She swears we will get a bed eventually. I'm not holding my breath.
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