Oh my god my child’s appetite is out of control haha. He had a bttle at home, then we went out for breakfast and he has eaten two pieces of toast, half an apple, two rice crackers, a handful of baby yoghurt drops, a banana muffin and now I can’t actually afford to get myself something for breakfast. He’s also now crying for another bottle.
My eight month old has the appetite of a teenage boy. Is this normal?
I’m starting to see the positives in this move or maybe I’m thinking more positively in general. Either way though, it a nice change to not be consumed by anxiety.
Spoke to the real estate today and it turns out we aren’t actually in arrears, I just forgot to label two transfers but they were there and we sorted that out.
I’ve also found some reasonable houses for a decent price! I figured since we won’t be putting as much in for fuel and B will have a job we can expand our budget a bit. Also, I will be closer to my friends/my doctor/the hospital (made my booking today eeeeek!) and not stuck an hour away from everyone and everything we know.
One year being out in the sticks with no friends or family is enough for me, I’m getting super excited to embark on this new stage of life.
I have my first antenatal appointment at the hospital today. This pregnancy is going so fast, wow.
I hate being ignored or when someone doesn’t answer me. It drives me bat shit fucking crazy. Seriously though, how hard is it to acknowledge that I asked you a question/made a statement or even spoke to you..
Sometimes I think about where I would be if I didn’t have a baby so young. I would be travelling the world, I had started a savings account and had enough to buy tickets out of here when I found out I was pregnant.
Sometimes I get upset that I won’t get to travel for a long time, I won’t get to see the world. But, then I remember that I will be able to show my children the world and share that experience with them.