So, it's been a looong time since I've posted. My main excuse? Exhaustion. Like, utter, total fuck- me-this-can't-be-my-life exhaustion. I know that everyone forewarns expectant parents of this and, like every expectant parent, I flipped these Negative Nancys off in my head and told myself, "Whatever. It's not like I've had an easy pregnancy. I'm USED to not sleeping."
Guys, I was wrong. I mean, sure, I was used to frequent bouts of insomnia and three bathroom breaks a night. I was certain that I had reached a solid 8 on the Official Exhaustion Scale and a 10 couldn't break me. I was wrong on both accounts.
Anyhow, June is now 4 months old (18 weeks tomorrow). She has finally grown out of her Colic Shit Storm, but she is not, by any means, an easy baby. I was up three times with her last night for hour-long nursing sessions. That's on top of the two hours it took to actually get her down the first time. This is normal for us. So, even though she's begun to coo and smile like a horribly delicious little bundle of cuteness, she still leaves me sputtering on fumes throughout the day. Luckily, those giggles are really helping to make it all seem worthwhile.
For the record, I did not put baby girl in this hat. I've got kind of a "less is more" mindset. If the little one wants to rock that big flower, though, more power to her. It's a little Summer 2000, but I'm not going to be the one to tell her.
