What a certain young man has NOT been doing lately

Sunday and Monday were hell, which is part of the reason why I am so excited to be rewarded today with Jacob's latest development (see post below). The kid won't nap. He went from taking guaranteed 2-, 3-, or even 4- hour naps at least twice a day, to taking fifteen-minute naps and then waking up and screaming for hours. Hell-LO, Jake? Is it 'cause you're tired, hon? Maybe?????

He seems most comfortable, unfortunately, when he's being carried. Not just standing still, either. The carrier must be pacing the halls. This is for several hours every day. The latest unofficial bathroom-scale-weighing checks Bruiser, Jr. in at between 15 and 16 pounds. Can you feel how bad my back aches? (On the positive side, I have lost five pounds in the last two weeks thanks to my new weight-training program)

My latest and best-researched theory to explain this sudden shift: for the first time in three years, I started back on The Pill again on Friday. You know this "pill" of which I speak -- the one where I filled my prescription at the grocery store, with one baby screaming strapped to me in the Bjorn and the other jumping up and down in the basket of the grocery cart screaming about how he needs that Cinderella balloon over there, and when the pharmacist handed me my prescription I raised my hands up triumphantly in front of her and said "Yay! No more babies!"

But I digress. At my six-week appointment, my provider suggested that taking this pill would diminish my milk supply. You can imagine how this might affect one so into his food like the Jakester, one who doesn't even poop the curds but keeps them to himself to put towards the construction of future rolls and chins. If this is true, then this whole psycho-cranky Jacob should disappear very soon and my mellow baby #2 should reappear, given that his increased demand should increase my supply. But I could be wrong. It could be my sudden and voracious intake of iced tea. He could be an early teether. He could have allergies to the massive amounts of pollen being released from our mini-botanical-garden of a yard. Or a brain tumor or something equally horrifying! Come on, worry with me.