Monday, March 9, 2009

drat. what is it I was going to write about again?

six weeks.
six weeks of fractured sleep.
six weeks of one long day.
six weeks of being pulled out of dreams, until I hardly know anymore which reality I am in.
six weeks of midnight feedings, and returning to my bed shocked to find I was up for two hours.
six weeks of short term memory loss.
six weeks of fog.
six weeks of I don't really remember, because...

I have a precious six week old newborn, and she is worth every sacrifice. even if it is of my favorite activity, sleep.


she is starting to sleep through the night. the fog is beginning to clear.
now if I could only remember what I sat down to post about...

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