Gross. This not my most flattering moment. It’s a result of cockiness. I really shouldn’t complain because it could be worse. However, last night we tried a new plan for taking care of the baby. We’ve been giving him a bottle for the past week, when he wakes up, and before last night we would alternate feedings. He has been waking up only once a night, and since I usually start the rotation, I’ve been the only one getting up at night to feed him. Paul is going back to work on Monday, so we needed to figure out what our routine was going to be once he isn’t so willing to get up in the middle of the night. Since the last week has been pretty easy and I’ve been the only one getting up anyway, I offered to do more night feedings. I was feeling pretty cocky.
However, he woke up twice last night. The number of times he was up didn’t bother me, because realistically two feedings in one night is not that much at all. What bothered me was the fact that I was entirely unprepared and then I couldn’t get back to sleep. I also tripped over a box at one point. It’s probably my own fault anyway. I tried adding dairy back into my diet and, although cheese doesn’t seem to bother him, apparently sour cream was too much. I should also stop leaving things out and just put them away so they’re not around for me to trip over. When you have even a mildly crappy night, it makes your morning pretty miserable. All I wanted to do this morning was read blogs while I ate breakfast and watched the View. It’s pretty impossible to do that when the baby on your lap keeps kicking the laptop (one of these days I won’t be so quick to catch it and that will be a very sad day).
“Helping” me write this post.
It’s already 11:00, he’s had his second breakfast (I have yet to finish mine), been changed three times, and (finally) gone down for his morning nap. I had such high hopes for the day, but I think I’ll be lucky if I can get my grocery list written for Paul so he can do the shopping. (I have to pause here, because someone has woken up from his nap.) I don’t think I’ll get a run in today. I’ll shoot for Saturday. I really shouldn’t complain, it’s just obnoxious. Honestly, how could I stay annoyed with this face?