Guess what I did from 10p-4a last night? SLEEP!!!! Hallelujah. This nursing thing is hard on the sleep cycle. (UK friends, most Americans seem to say "nursing" rather than "breastfeeding," at least in these parts. I think that's because saying the word "breast" still makes most of us giggle.) I'm thankful that nursing is going well, but I'm admit I'm a wee jealous of my formula-using friends whose babies have been sleeping for months. Sometimes I feel like feeding the boy is the only thing I'm good at when it comes to this whole "parenting" thing, though, so I'm going to stick with it as long as I can handle.
Sleep is grand. I feel lucid. I feel like talking to the grumpy neighbors. I feel like baking a pie and meeting the new neighbors. I feel like ... checking my email.
This is big, folks. Really big.