Sorry for the void this week. Owen appears to be going through yet another growth spurt which seems insane given the fact that he is absolutely massive, but all signs point to Yes. Excessive appetite? Check. Constant kicking of achy legs? Check. General grumpishness and fussery? Check annnnnd check. Matt and I have been trading off night duty which generally involves an hour or two in the rocker, with an occasional tussle on the dinky loveseat until the Motrin kicks in. Right now we're clocking a good 2-4 hours of awake time each night, which definitely tips the scales towards "suckwad". Even if you're not the one on duty, waking up that much puts a serious cramp in the ol' REM cycle.
And then there are the cats.
Those furry bitches are going to take a long walk off a short pier if they don't stop going ballistic at 5 am. I don't know if it's because they hear Owen stirring (that kid is a freaking clock, peeps. He can be awake all night, but when 5 am rolls around? BAM!) but they turn freakballs come daybreak. Between the constant up-down-up-down-up-down and the scratchscratchscratchscratchscratch, mama is starting to lose it, but good.
Anyway. As soon as I manage to eek out more than 3 hours of consecutive shut-eye I'll get back to the blabbery. In the meantime, a quiz: How much sleep do you get each night? And how crazy am I for even considering a second kid?
(Aw crap, I hear crying. I think I just answered my own question.)