gads, looking at the last post I feel like a bad mom! Can't believe I haven't written in this journal since before Phoebe started walking. Then again, perhaps I should look at it the other way--I'm a great mom because I'm spending time with her rather than writing...?

Anyway...to start with what I came to write about. The bad thing about using natural fertility awareness is that you are aware almost immediately when you made a boo-boo. I had sex with Greg the other day and, like an idiot, just assumed I wasn't fertile without checking my chart. a couple days later, I realized that my timing couldn't have been worse--I don't know for sure if I was fertile or not because I was sick, but I was pretty dang near ovulation. Now its 4 days later and I feel nauseous today and I am thinking, Holy crapola, what if I'm pregnant.

It wouldn't be the end of the world, but I might have to seriously think about our plans.

Back to Phoebe though--she is walking now and saying so many words! With signs mostly, some verbal. Having a child this age is both a delight and challenging. A cute story: the other day I had my head on Phoebe's little sofa couch. She walked over, sat down, and tried to push my head off the other end of the couch. I complied by moving and she immediately through her little leg across the entire couch, leaned back, arm on arm rest and sighed. Greg and I just bust up laughing.

The latest challenge is getting sleep. Phoebe is fighting going to sleep in the evening and since I was sick last week, screaming bloody murder if I dare remove the nipple from her mouth when she wants it there. Breastfeeding a toddler is challenging in an of itself.  ¶ 3:47 PM