September 29, 2011
I Turned Right.
Guess which way I turned this morning?
That couch (evidence: yesterday) is becoming more and more irresistible every day, even as I make my way through what BabyCenter enthusiastically calls "the golden trimester" because apparently I have more energy now than in the first, and am more comfortable than I'll be in the third.
Says Inigo Montoya: "That word, I don't think it means what you think it means".
Maybe the kind folks at BabyCenter don't have a three year old who has nightmares that require twenty minutes of discussion at midnight, or who regularly wakes up for a five minute pee a scant thirty minutes before the 5:10 alarm.
Maybe they don't have a one year old who apparently enjoys spitting his nimmie out at 3:25 every. morning.
Or whatever - maybe they're just superheros over there who can do it all and wake up without having to pry their eyes open. Who knows?
You know what I know? Last night, after Miss was finally back in bed around 12:35 AM or so, and I couldn't get back to sleep for a while, I felt Bean move. A lot. So who cares about not sleeping?
(Also: you know what, BabyCenter? You can take your "golden trimester" and shove it. That is all.)
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