So far the New Year hasn't proven to be all that great. It started with the flu and I am still
struggling with depression. Just when I
think I am up the proverbial hill, I slide right back down. I am going to try counseling again (maybe
the second time is the charm?) and see if I connect better with someone else
and, this time, I am going to push harder for some medication counseling as
well to see if there is anything else they can do for me that way. I don’t want to be in a fog, but I don’t want
to keep up this metronome like swinging pattern between relative ‘normalcy’ and
this crushing sense of being overwhelmed by life.
Not much new with work.
Operating under the ‘no news is good news’ paradigm for the time
being. I would assume some news would
start to trickle out in the Spring. In
the interim, just trying to stay healthy and actually accrue some time off to
do something I want to do vs. using it all for an array of ailments both
physical and mental.
Parents are coming in May.
Excited for my mom and dad to finally meet Quinn (my mom has met him
previously, but he was little more than a bundle of needs at that point) and to
be able to hang out. Hopefully we get
some good weather too.
Quinn is continuing to do well. He is fully entrenched in the growth curve
now (finally). At his 18mo check-up, he
moved into the 50th percentile (after lingering around the 20th
at his other checkups including the one year) in height and head
circumference. He is still around the 20th
for his weight, but I think he will eventually catch up there as well (or maybe
not…..who knows). At any rate, he is
healthy and that is a huge relief thinking back to his very bumpy start.
The only downside now is he is more and more testing bounds
and pushing his independence. Add to
that the innate curiosity toddlers have for EVERYTHING and a weird ability to
remember seemingly everywhere that things reside in our house (he even
remembers seeing a bug on the ceiling a month ago and still looks for it) and
you have to keep near constant vigilance when he is awake.
Speaking of being awake, he resides in that state more and
more. Sunday he didn't nap at all (save
MAYBE 5 minutes in the car). Friday
night he didn't sleep well at all and Tia and I were barely functional all day. He also has cut off about 90 minutes from his
evening slumber. So, he used to sleep
from about 9p to 8a. Now it is more like
9p to 630a. This is not a welcome
change. Hopefully the sleep deprivation
will eventually allow me to pass out early enough that 630 doesn't seem so cruel and unusual eventually.
