ok, I think God sometimes has a bad sense of humor.  As we sit and talk about when we’d like another baby in our house….and when we should start “trying,” we have last night happen in our house.

I stayed up once again way too late putzing online… I crawl into bed shivering at 1 AM.  (It got a bit chilly last night.)   I finally quit shivering…and fell asleep…momentarily.  As at 1:10 AM, Punky decided to start crying and wailing from his bedroom.  I went in there, picked him up – he went limp in my arms and fell back asleep.   I laid him back down……..went back to my room……took a few minutes to warm up again….and fell back asleep…just to be once again awoken by the same cry and wail.   This went on a few more times.   I sat with him in the rocking chair and he fell back asleep…and we tried the whole routine again.    I finally warmed up and fell back asleep….and AGAIN!  This time, I grabbed my pillow and the extra blanket hubby dug out for me during one of the previous times I had gotten up swearing about how damn cold it was in our room….and headed to the little guy’s room.

I laid out a sleeping bag we have in there…the nylon side down so I didn’t have to hear every movement Punky might make…and I laid him on the sleeping bag with me.   He jumped up ordering and whimpering, “Turn Turn.”  WHAT?!?!?  It’s now after 2 AM and he doesn’t like the fact that the nylon side is face down…he likes the noise it makes when he moves.   He wants me to turn it over before he lies down again.

Yes, your highness!   🙂    (I was really quite pleasant and nice about it at the time…..even though I was so damn tired and cold at this point!)

I turn it over, and he flips and flops over and over until he finally gets comfortable and falls asleep.   THEN, when he was finally asleep, he would roll away from me, wake up, sit straight up and cry out, “Mommy?!” as he no longer could feel that I was still next to him.  This too went on and on…

Hubby came in at 5:30 AM and woke me up.   We then put Punky back in his crib…and I went back to sleep as Hubby got ready for work.  At 8 AM, I was yet again awoken with that cry and wail.  Poor guy…I could see in his mouth that one of his last teeth to come in must have  broken through last night.

My ass was dragging all day…Am I really ready for the whole lack of sleep cycle again?!?!?!?

I think I am!   😀   (Just don’t quote me on this when/if I do become pregnant again!  NEVER throw words back at a pregnant momma!)