Infant-Induced Narcolepsy

It is 12:44 a.m.

 

I had already decided I wasn’t going to post today because I’m suffering from a condition I’ll call “infant-induced narcolepsy.” I sat down on the sofa and fell asleep, even though I thought I was awake.

 

Then, come midnight, I’m standing in the kitchen, devouring half a bag of sour cream and onion baked Ritz crackers and two Fruit Roll Ups and suddenly I’m ready to string words together for a blog post.

 

Weird.

 

{Ten hours later… Funny story. I opened my computer up just now and found this little bit of writing. Looks like I fell asleep mid-type. Am I the only who finds that completely hilarious considering I was writing about getting a second wind?!}

 

My days are a blur. The nights are completely turned upside down, which means before too long I’ll probably be weeping uncontrollably, then shift to hilarity on a dime.

 

It’s so fun to have a newborn around. Fun and games, 24-hours, non-stop.

 

Bubby is doing great! I can’t help it, I’m in love. We’re in the strange space in between major life shift and normality… it’s hard to believe it won’t be that long before counting four precious heads is common practice instead of shivery delight.

 

Just checking in for a quick moment before the infant-induced narcolepsy sneaks up again.  I hope to write more this evening, as I have things to say about circumcisions.

 

Bet you can’t wait, can you?!