Day four.

Day four. I'm exhausted. My patience has run dry. Ive trained all my life for endurance events. It's why I ran cross country. It's why the shortest event I ran in track was a mile. It's how I was able to run a half marathon...three months pregnant, with less than ideal training going into it. It's how I mustered up the energy to endure 23 hours of natural labor... Contractions for an entire day. No food. Little sleep. And I was still able to have an unmedicated delivery.

But this. This is worse. You need so. much. mental. stamina! It's ridiculous. 

I've gotten to the point where I'm eating the M&Ms cuz let's face it, someone's gotta get a reward out of this nightmare. 

The day didn't start out so bad. He made it until like 4 o'clock without any accidents, but he also didn't have any successes either. I put him in a diaper for naps and bedtime, and apparently that's what he had been holding out for. 

But this evening, I was pushing the fluids. I wanted him to sit on the potty, pee, get a treat. Sit on the potty, pee, get a treat. Sit on the potty, pee, get a treat. And then he would get it.

But no, we sat on the potty. And he was great! But no pee. So we kept sitting. And I thought, you drank so much water, it's gotta be coming any minute. And it didn't. We were on that toilet for like an hour and nothing. Got off, went back on for another long chunk of time. And nothing. And every twenty minutes I'd put him back on and he'd sit for a couple minutes, say "no potty", get off, and then pee within five minutes. Four times in a row like that. 

Ughhh. Over it. So over it. 

(On the bright side, he didn't swear today)