
*Grace, my little sis, is great at yoga, and has amazing concentration and attention span. I love her to pieces.
* It is hard to take naps when you're staying at 5 different places over 9 nights. When I got the chance to take a nap one afternoon, I napped for four hours. Oy.
*Exercise is often a good substitute for naps. Though at one point I was in such a sleepy haze that I felt as if walking around Bayfield was going to destroy me. Ha ha. I was so tired I didn't even go to friend Kent's t-shirt shop to check out his fabulous '80s Keith Haring-esque style makeover (as described by Phyllis) thanks to his cradlerobber-aged boyfriend. That really means I'm tired.
*It's hard to be a diabetic, and plan for insulin pump random weirdness (two reservoirs were effed up and wouldn't work, ugh!) and still try to be a balanced pregnant lady.
*If you're low on insulin pump supplies, and cry in front of the Southwest gate, and tell them you are pregnant and a type 1 diabetic running out of supplies, they will buy you a ticket on another flight. Even if that flight takes 13 hours to get to San Francisco. Which is better than waiting another 24 hours to get home.
So, another thing I noted was that I want to try really hard, when we are lucky enough (if we are lucky enough) to be gifted with a healthy wee one, to be a United Parenting Team. I just realized that the good cop/bad cop routine is utterly ineffectual, and that we both need to be both lenient and disciplinary, but as a Borg-like entity. I also realized, again, how important it is to practice positive reinforcement. And to not say "sucks" in front of seven-year-old siblings. I've cut out the fucks, shits, etc., but the "sucks" and "craps" still pop out.

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