You've Got To Be Kidding Me

I have never been a great sleeper. The slightest noise wakes me up and I have been known to log countless hours awake after an appropriate bed time. During the nightmare that was my flesh eating pregnancy rash (ie, PUPPPS), I went for about 3 weeks getting only 1 to 2 hours of sleep a night. Now that Norah is in a more predictable sleeping pattern you would think I would be too. No such luck. She wakes up consistently every night between 3 and 4. I feed her and she goes back to sleep. And I then toss and turn for a while, take a warm bath, drink herbal tea, etc. before ending up writing blog posts at 4:55 am. Thankfully lately BVZ has been going into work much later so when I finally fall back asleep at 6:30 or 7:00, he hangs out with Norah for a few hours while I sleep. This routine isn't going to last forever though, so we've got to figure something out. Before. I. Lose. My. Mind.

Here's a cute picture of the only ones sleeping these days....