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Toddler's Trots

I forgot to update you all on our pediatrician visit.  She is weighing in at a whopping 18 pounds, 9 ounces (10th percentile) and is 31 inches long (90th percentile).    I still call her my little supermodel baby but it's so funny because she has such a chubby belly!  We'd swear she was at least 25th percentile!!!  :)

The pediatrician wasn't concerned about her change in stools at all.  She said it's common around the walking mark to get what she called "toddler trots".  (Thanks Erica- you were right!)  Apparently their little bodies just get so excited about their newfound independence that they forget to take the time to form solid stools resulting in completely disgusting diapers.

Aaron warned her that she'd have to start using the toilet if she was going to poop like a grown-up.  Apparently, she heeded the advice because the day after we went to her appointment, she started firming back up.  YAY!!!

And her appetite is in full-force again.  She'll eat anything and everything we offer her, plus her milk.  So, I'm much more at ease about things now. 

Still waiting on AF to show up.  Day 35 now...  Do any of you have really long cycles on a normal basis? 

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  1. I'm glad she's fine! I have to say... Roman is a sumo wrestler :) He's 15 pounds now at 2 months.
    I don't know if you only wanted responses about AF from PCOS friends or anyone... but, my cycles turned to 30-35 sometimes 36 days when I was 29, I asked my OBGYN about it and he said we all get caught up and told about 28 day cycles but in reality anything from 28-35 days is considered normal. Hope this helps!

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  2. I've only had 3 af pp, but the first two were 37 days apart, then 40 days. Curious to see what happens this cycle, or if my PCOS symptoms are kicking back in!

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  3. SO glad the doctor wasn't concerned...that's why we don't treat our own children. :) It's good to know that's a common thing. Miss E's stools are back to normal, but I agree with Aaron, is 1 too young to start potty training? Ha, I wish.

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