Anyway, here I sit, at 4:30 in the morning. One lamp, the ceiling fan and the computer screen to look at. YAY. Baby boy is so restless because his stomach isn't full. In a bit of a panic and almost no choice I decided to fill his tiny belly up with banana. That made for some cute pictures and a good laugh.
After all that and a good bath (I got one too) Fisher did fall asleep on the pallet made on the floor. At my bed time Daddy picked him up and carried him to our room, layed him down and patted his back for a minute. Five minutes later as Justin and I lay there talking Fisher wakes up. What the haymaker little one? I broke down sobbing and managed to get out my point that I will never sleep again, At what age do they sleep through the night??? Probably sensing that there was an emotional breakdown going on, he promptly went pack to sleep. In his own bed too! Haha, the next part of my sleepless story makes me giggle. Momma woke up with a full bladder, one of the unfortunate signs of pregnancy. I stumbled to the bathroom and back again, crawled into bed and wrestled with the blankets for a few seconds. Laid my head on the pillow letting out a sigh of relief that everyone was still sleeping. NOPE, the sounds of fussy baby came from across the room as he tossed and turned until I just had to pick him up and rock him back to sleep.
So here I sit, sleep deprived, cranky and a little running off of three hours of sleep. The house is in need of desprate cleaning and my best friend in the world is coming over tomorrow to take a home pregnancy test that she is afraid of. Im sitting here and can't help but feel a little blessed.... and tired.
No comments:
Post a Comment