Teething?

My once-smiley baby, my once-good-napping sweetheart, has taken a turn for the difficult this week. She’s consistently refused to nap, and she’s been fussier than usual—she just hasn’t been her squealing, good-natured self. She’s also drooling buckets and gnawing on everything that crosses her path, so I’m wondering now if she’s teething. I went out today and bought several teething accoutrements—chewy rings, vibrating rings, teething beads—so we’ll see if she likes them. I don’t see any teeth coming in, so this is really just a shot in the dark, but it’s like a switch went off with her mid-week.

I’ve done little the past few days except struggle to get her to nap. I succeeded for about one hour today—she fell asleep in her stroller during a walk, and then I wheeled the stroller into the laundry room and put the dryer on. Success. She fell asleep on our way home from Babies R Us, too, and is currently sleeping still strapped into her car seat. But it’s a far cry from the nice two-hour naps she used to take in the morning and afternoon.

Andrew and I are setting out this weekend on our first overnight trip with Lucia—we’re going to San Francisco tomorrow until Sunday. I’m excited to introduce Lucia to her first big city; hopefully she won’t gnaw her way through it. I think we’ll be fine, pushing her around in the stroller, potentially getting take-out from our favorite Nob Hill restaurant to eat once Lucia’s asleep. We haven’t been to SF since before the baby was born—I’m excited to return.