Panera Bread Hates Me

So, I am now officially the pariah at the Parkville Panera Bread.

I took my little charge, we'll call him "N", to Panera this morning to get bagels after we dropped his brother (S) off at school. Now, this is something we regularly do, and he's usually very well behaved and he enjoys it. Some days, he asks, "Bagels? Bagels?", trying to get me to take him there. This morning, he decided Panera was NOT the place for him.

Did I mention that he's 2?

So, he wants to "Wait for Katie outside.", as he put it. Yes, N, I am going to let a 2 year old child sit on the sidewalk in a parking lot while I get bagels and coffee. Yes, of course, how silly of me to think you should have to wait with me! So, after telling him no several times, he made a break for the doors, and I picked him up and told him he's have to be held if he wouldn't stay with me. This is the point at which things got ugly.

Did I mention that he's 2?

Ear-piercing, skull-splitting shieking begins, along with kicking his pregnant nanny in her stomach and smacking me in the face, all while yelling, "Help, help!" in between the shrieking. Ah, 2 year olds. So, I took him outside, sat him down for a time out against the building, and explained how unacceptable this behavior was. Meanwhile, as he is quietly crying and calming down and I am trying to calm down myself, this lovely old lady comes up and decides to explain to me exactly what I did wrong and how the tantrum could have been prevented.

I did not bother to explain to her that this kid has a shrieking tantrum if his yogurt is the wrong flavor, or I ask him to please clean up the Play-Doh that he has rubbed into the playroom floor. I thanked her for the advice and attempted to tell myself that she was only trying to help.

Meanwhile, N had calmed down, so we returned to Panera and proceeded to order our bagels and made it back to the car without further incident. I ignored the stares of the other patrons, the clicking tongues and murmers of, "Why didn't she just leave??", and took my asiago cheese bagel to GO.

However, this little episode exhausted me so much that I felt like I could go home and take a long nap! And now, I'm worrying that his kicking me has somehow damaged Baby. I know that's silly, considering that some people get in car accidents and stuff and their babies are ok, but I am such a worrywart!

Other than that, I suppose the morning has been without incident. I am still starving to death all the time and packing on the pounds, and fighting indigestion constantly, but I know it's all worth it. I can't wait until April 1st, when I won't be working anymore, and I can spend the last three weeks of the pregnancy at home, nesting and getting ready to welcome him/her!

Speaking of sex, our 20 week sonogram will probably be in early December! That will be such a great Christmas gift, to know what sex the baby is! I can't wait!