Isaac at seven months...
Xander at the same age...
I'm not sure if its some sort of hormone thing, lack of sleep, or a bad reaction to the realization that my in-laws will never host a holiday dinner to shower us with love and celebrate the joy of family (doesn't every family do this??), but I am not feeling the natural flow of writing these days. A little depressed, tired, blah blah blah...
Okay, I'm thinking it's probably related to Xander wanting to nurse ALL NIGHT LONG. How does he know the EXACT moment I try and pull away, roll over, and attempt to get some real sleep?
You know the kind of sleep when you hug your pillow, stretch a knee out in front of you, and the other leg straight down, slightly to the back? A sprawl that commands a large portion of the bed. I *need* that kind of sleep.
Only two more years and that sleep is MINE. ALL MINE!!!!
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