So yesterday, due to the no nap thing, I put the kid down at 530. She went right to sleep. HOWEVER, at 621pm she woke up crying enough that I had to go get her and bring her out.
She got a second wind.
BY 8pm neither Rich nor I could take the noise anymore and I put her back to bed. As of 834 she was still awake, but I didn't care and went to bed. At least she wasn't crying. By 9pm I was asleep, and I would wager I fell asleep before she did.
So I'm pregnant and taking my crazy meds anyway. I have to. If I don't I can't imagine what would happen in this household. I have called my doctor's office FOUR times now to see if my current dosages are safe or not, and I've either not received a call back or not been able to get through at all. How is this OK??? This could be dangerous for crying out loud, and yet the damn doctor doesn't feel the need to call me back? No longer to be known as Headologist #1, she is now to be known as Docfuck. I'm so sick of this.
How would you handle this when finally reaching Docfuck? Would you call her on it and be somewhat rude? Would you ignore it? My first instinct is to call her on it and let her know how unhappy I am, and I'm not usually one for confrontation. BUT, she's notorious for not returning my calls, and I don't even call that often. Maybe once every three months or so. This is insane.
EDIT: Never mind. I'm going off my meds. I did some research and the instances of birth defects and miscarriages are too high for me to take any chances. I never felt mentally better than the last time I was pregnant, so I'm hoping that'll be the case this time. Wish me luck please. I'm going to need it.