Enemy, thy name is teething

Before I rant on about how much I hate teething, here's some pleasant news...

*26 week appointment yesterday: baby's heartbeat is 154, facing down, measuring at 26 weeks, everything looks good. After my February appointment I'll start going in every 2 weeks until late March and then it will be every week until I'm the baby arrives. I have a feeling that this baby will come earlier that its due date, but I could be totally off base.

Ok. Teething. I believe I've mentioned before how much I hate teething. But since it seems to be a neverending cycle of torture the whole family can enjoy then I'll continue to complain about it.

Although to be fair, Penelope isn't a "bad" teether. She doesn't scream or cry and she's generally not super fussy. She just has a hard time sleeping. So naps are erratic and bedtime is downright unpleasant. Two nights ago Bryan and I tried for nearly 2 hours to get her to bed. Last night it took an hour and I was so exhausted by the end of it that I fell asleep as well (when I should have been doing homework).

Still, I hate teething. It's inefficient and unpleasant. It certainly wasn't designed, because if it was it's shoddy work.

There's actually a lot more that I wanted to talk about, but I can never remember what those things are when I get a few minutes to sit at the computer. I need to start taking notes during the day.