My nephew was born about two weeks ago, and I've already been to Georgia to see him. He's adorable, and Aunt P. (that's me) stayed up from 1:30 - 5:15 a.m. last Saturday morning because I was trying to "help" my brother and his wife.
Visiting them was a wonderful reminder of how incredibly much WORK having a newborn is, and why Bella will maybe possibly be an only child.
Every time I call my mother these days and tell her that I have some news, she thinks I'm pregnant. I'm NOT pregnant. I'm not GETTING pregnant any time soon. I'd have to be INSANE to get pregnant right now, because I'd be due right around the time of the bar exam next July. And honestly, can you imagine much worse than taking the bar exam nine months pregnant??
But anyway. I was sleeping on the sleeper sofa at my brother's house. In the living room. In between their bedroom and the nursury. So I got next to no sleep all weekend, and my sweet daughter woke up 3 times last night in the middle of the night. And my husband is gone (out-of-state for work) so I had to get up every time.
Please, someone prop me up with a pillow! Preferably a goosedown-filled one, not the concrete-synthetic monstrosity I was sleeping on at my brother's house. Thank you.