Losing patience and getting bigger!

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It's just down right hard to have an 18 month old and be almost 37 weeks pregnant. I am not trying to be a complainer but really I am so big that I managed to fall flat on my belly! Baby and I are okay,we just had to be monitored for four hours at the hospital. Overall, I am feeling fine. I just can't handle the constant battles that Mary Caroline seems to be wanting to do! I think 18 months is the terrible twos! If that is the case, then hopefully at 2 she will be done with these outbursts!! HAAH!

Maybe, I am just hormonal and they aren't really that bad. I know she's senses my stress! I can tell. That is where I just can't handle it! Yesterday, she was climbing on the new baby bed and I told her no, um 3 times. Finally she got so mad that she tried to run out of the room and hit her head on the door. This gave her a knot the size of Texas. Of course, I am trying to comfort her. And she cries and cries for 15 minutes. I get her a snack and she gets mad and throws the stuff that she doesn't want on the floor. Time for NAP! I put her in the bed and take a shower. That's all I can do, to SAVE me from going insane!



TODAY, she was fine up to 11:00 a.m. I am trying to get ready so that we can go see Great Grandmother Janet for lunch and she starts whining. Now, I figure she's hungry and bored but really can't you wait and be patient for a second? No, Mom I'm 18 months old!!! I try to put clothes on her, a really cute dress and of course that pisses her off. I get upset myself and pick her up in a not so nice manner and set her on the floor in her room to cry. I calm myself down and realize that she is the baby. I hug her and cry myself and say are you okay? Mommy loves you and she calms down. I try to tell her how pretty she looks and then it's like nothing ever happened. Starts playing with a toy.



Five minutes later, okay ready to go. We just need your shoes and change diaper. Her response, gives me the sandals and then runs away as I try to pick her up to change diaper. I put her on the changing table she of course is fighting me, almost hits her head on the table. Pick her up take her to the kitchen corner where we have "time out." She cries and looks at me, I say are you ready to go and be a good girl? She calms down and comes to me. Then I take her back to the room and she throws a fit again. This point I am soooo frustrated that I just sit her down on the bed in her room and say you can cry all you want, we are not going to see Grandma till you calm down. I leave the room and sit in the kitchen and cry too. She cries for what seems like forever. Then slowly comes down the hallway peeking to see me. I look at her red eyed face and she looks at mine. I say lets try this again. We move to the living room, give her a toy and she plays with it as I change her diaper.



Of course, she's perfect at lunch. Well almost! :)



God grant me the serenity to except the things that I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the patience to keep from going nuts!! Amen. (And please tell me that I am going to survive two! )