Yes, I fully believe that to be true. Teething is someone's way of getting back at me for all of the things I have done in my past. Personally, I don't think that is a fair deal, but hey, maybe that's just me.
The two little white nubs that are still coming up are like razors. I'm convinced that babies are part T-Rex with those things. They friggin hurt, and he loves to 'nibble' on my fingers. I should 'nibble' on his chubby little fingers and see how he likes it. On the upside of this horror movie, at least he isn't running a fever or any of that other crap that everyone keeps trying to scare me with. And he's lucky he's a cute kid, or we'd have some really serious issues here.
And now, to top things off, I can no longer lug his chunky ass around in his infant carrier because he is just at the weight limit. Wonderful. Now I have to carry him in and out of the store (I go to Wawa a lot)......peachy. He won't just 'sit on my hip' either. No. He has to look around and see anything and every single thing that is going on. Oh, look a person on the left...wait, there's someone on the right, ohhh, wait....more people behind me. His head whips around so fast that one of us is going to wind up with a concussion......And you know what? I think it's going to be me.
So far, I have yet to hear any of the other new mothers, that I know, complain about anything. I guess they were angels in their past lives, b/c so far it all seems to be little puppies and cotton candy for them. Says a lot about my past, huh?
It's now 7:30 at night, and I am ready to pass out cold...........wonderful
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