Fog

I want sleep like an addict wants crack. I'd do anything for it - well, almost anything. I'm starting to remember those first few weeks of mothering a colicky newborn. It was a dark time - and despite having have read every book on babyhood cover to cover before birthing my little guy, I felt absolutely over my head in what I'm supposed to do. Looking back, I'm awfully thankful I didn't have any trouble nursing because I think that additional stress would have set me over the edge and Ethan would be living with a nice adoptive family right about now.

I love that little guy so much I can cry all day about it, but man I'm feeling fragile with each passing day as I don't get enough sleep. Maybe tonight he'll go back to his usual sleeping habits. I'm fine when he goes to sleep by 9:30 or even 10; and wakes up once or even twice to nurse. But lately its been much, much worse than that and each time I get up to nurse him its more often and it takes over an hour to get him back to sleep. Days are getting more challenging too as his fussiness due to teething is making him want to be held more, and my back is giving out.

Didn't I already complain about all this stuff yesterday? I think I did. I'll shut up now. Just needed to vent.

Troy and I have decided to invest in some professional photos of the 3 of us - I'm very excited.

I have a post to come about friends with children vs friends without - but that will have to wait until I have more time. My hair is still wet and I want to dry it while Ethan's somewhat calm on his playmat.