Hey there…my mom thinks I’m pretty cute
I know…I promise pictures and a birth story and then I just disappear for a few days. It turns out this mothering thing takes up an awful lot of time. And that most of that time involves hefting someone else around in some form or fashion, which is not exactly conducive to say…typing. Typing one handed is a bit overrated as well.
I actually only have time for a picture today–the birth story will have to wait until tomorrow as it is already 11:30pm and I am so overdue for bed, since I know that I have a 3am standing appointment with a certain handsome young man involving a Boppy pillow and a breast and I find it best to at least try to have a few hours of sleep under my belt before that time rolls around (Otherwise I might try to feed and burp the Boppy and wedge my arm on the boy)so I can make a stab at trying to be coherent. I will say that being sleep deprived has made the actual sleep I get all the better–I basically fall into a coma anytime I have an extra 10 minutes. However, I keep waking up being surprised that I have teeth–what is that about?