For some reason, Andrew has decided that his most wakeful time of the day should be between the hours of 12-4 a.m. He’s so alert right now, you’d think I’d fed him red bull instead of breastmilk. He’s not fussy, he’s just sitting in his blessed bouncer hiccuping and staring off into the distance. For the love of all things holy, kid, go.to.sleep!
Speaking of breastmilk, I’d just like to say that breastfeeding makes me feel like a superhero. I can sustain life with my boobs–what can you do?