A FULL frickin' night's sleep for the first time in months and months. Probably eight months.
Inspired probably by the gigantic bags under my eyes — each big enough to pack a small child into — Jerry offered to take Hunter's first feeding and give him a bottle. So I toddled off to bed about 10:30 and, when Hunter woke up for his second feeding, I rolled over, hit the button on my phone and ...: WHAAAA? 6:10 a.m.??!?
I did wake up a couple of times in the night. Once briefly when Jer got up to feed Hunter. And once to hear our cat TEARING all over the house like her tail was on fire and she was looking for bucket to put it out in. I listened for about 20 seconds, thought to myself, "Man, that cat is NUTS," and drifted back off to sleep.
Turns out she'd somehow gotten attached to one of the leftover glue traps from our days of roach infestation (OK it wasn't a literal infestation but my pregnancy hormones sure made it feel like one). Anyway, there were about 50 pieces of soggy glue trap all over the house this morning. Poor cat must've worked all night chewing that thing off of her.
Tragic if it weren't so funny.
Anyway, thanks to the best husband in the world for letting me have that sleep. Lord did I need it.
1 comment:
Congrats! I am so happy for ya! Ours almost always sleep through now and trust me I know how much this means to you! I hope you get many more.
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