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Oops. Sorry about that. I thought maybe I could have my dog write my blog for me this week. It seemed like a good idea at the time, especially since he has been getting significantly more sleep than I have, even with his busy schedule of eating, barking, and eating. However, I can see now that this is probably not the best option. I know when I’ve been bested. I can’t compete with his intense existentialist diatribe on meat.
Along with the labor and delivery class, there should be a crash course in Mom Sleep Deprivation—oh wait that’s called pregnancy.
Sure, towards the end of my pregnancy my bladder woke me up every couple hours, so I thought my body was preparing me a little bit for months of sleepless nights. But I must have been naive. I knew that after having a baby I would be getting less sleep, but I really believed I would be getting some sleep. I see that I might have been mistaken.
What gives me comfort is this constant thought that keeps popping up: “They survived.” I mean, I have actually seen mothers with 8 year-olds in the mall—this must mean that they lived through this infant/ first year phase, right? I sure hope I can follow in these great moms’ footsteps—so I won’t be sleeping through my child’s first footsteps.
Those nice weekends sleeping in until noon or at least the crack of 10:00 a.m. seem like a lifetime ago. And thing is, I don’t see a whole lot of good sleep in my near future. Maybe that’s OK because I really would hate to be napping through my little one’s whole life only to find that my son has been raised by my dogs and is now accustomed to eating food off the floor. I love sharing in our daytime adventures …
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Oops. Sorry about that. My ever vigilant Border Collie took over yet again.
I dozed off for a second …
… And had weird dreams about talking hamburgers …