Sunday I slept, Monday I slept, Tuesday I went back to work. I had a stomach bug of sorts I think.
Sleeping is a good way to pass the time.
Today, Linnea had a real temper tantrum. She wanted to go down the slide before leaving daycare, not once, not twice but ten times if she had her way.
Mean mommy wouldn't let her, daycare was closing and mommy was feeling very hungry. Linnea howled, she bucked in the stroller, escaped to rage some more in a corner, then sobbed while I sat her on my lap for comfort. When I tried the stroller again, she bucked some more, but this time I firmly (but still gently) strapped her in. After that she sulked for 5 minutes, but then happily started pointing out things to me on the way home. When I handed her some junk mail from our postbox, she gave me a big smile.
Then I rushed in the door, handed Linnea over to Dad and headed for the fridge. Must! Eat! Now! It reminded me of when I was PG with Linnea, I had frequent hunger attacks.
It's a symptom, I'm sure it is, of progesterone suppositories. I'm not waiting for signs, because I remember not having any last time.