Baby boy decided to wake up twice during the night. Both times right as my subconscious was finally convinced he was done and was letting me go to sleep. Little parasite has learned to consistently break out of his swaddle. Don't know what I'm going to do when he can turn over and it's not safe to swaddle anymore.
Midnight-ish... and then again at quarter past two.
My back is screaming.
He's down for his first nap.
Which I am going to allow to be as long as he wants it to be, eff this "don't let him sleep too long" horse poop.
I now have to decide whether to go get food... because I'm so hungry I feel a little sick... or lay down and go back to sleep myself, because my eyes feel gritty and I know I'm going to be a raging grouchypants this afternoon if I don't get at least another hour.
I feel like holding out a wrist a la Ender... "so feed it to me through a needle".
Excuse me while I pass out.
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