The nice nurse lady came in and said - "Oh my, you look different! Are you feeling okay??"
I blanked. "It's Monday... I'm in a doctor's office..." when I was really thinking that yes, I am well aware that I look like death warmed over but I've had a headache for a week now and ever since that blasted daylight savings I've been waking up at 5am or earlier. Oh, the kids transitioned fine, I'm the one who is an insomniac, although I don't actually get up at 5am. I just lay there for an hour or so, simmering in self-hatred because I know I'm exhausted and need more sleep, but I also know I can't fall back asleep because my brain is just mean and won't turn off.
I'm not very pleasant by 6am.
So anywho, while I was in the doctor's office I figured I'd ask some other questions I've been wondering - like how do you keep a 2 year old's finger out of his nose (her official answer - you can't. And don't try the Vaseline thing because he'll eat it. He totally will, too) and some hypothetical questions about my medical history and medications if I do decide to get pregnant. After hearing my questions, she got all huffy and asked my why on earth I would consider having another child if I had these concerns - and told me to just adopt. I love how more than one doctor/medical professional has told me this. *sarcasm*
On the plus side, the amoxicillin is doing its trick! I'm now slightly less woozy and crabtastic!