Some thoughts

JC is quite the nocturnal little kid. Last night, he woke up at 3:30am, and didn't fall back asleep until about 11am. I was in and out of bed about a million times because I (stupidly) thought he'd go back to sleep.

Figures, the day JC decides to forgo sleep, LB is unconscious until 8am. Previously, he'd been waking up at dawn, sometimes a little before then. It was pretty frustrating, and he did wake up at 5am, but thankfully Hubby put him back to sleep while he was getting ready for work.

I've turned into a coffee nut. I never needed a cup of coffee in the morning, although I wouldn't refuse one. But now, I may be that mom that absolutely has to have her coffee. At least, until JC sleeps through the night.

Only four more weeks until the recovery period is over. I'm looking forward to it- I'm sure it wasn't meant this way, but something was said that made me feel extremely bad about the way I look right now, and just kind of shot down my self esteem in general. So, can't wait to hit the gym and lose the baby weight... and ice cream weight... and donut weight.

Mmmm, a donut sounds good... I blame Grace Adler for putting the idea in my head via facebook. :)

Anyway, orders should be coming soon. That will be a happy day, when we have official proof that we are on our way outta here and can start the ball rolling on that. I feel like I'm in limbo right now, because we can't plan anything, but at the same time, we're living like we're getting ready to move (i.e., eating down the freezer, preparing moving checklists, streamlining our household goods, etc).

Dilema: Wake a sleeping baby who has been napping almost all day and risk said child being a cranky mess all evening, or let the kid sleep only to be woken up a million times tonight by a wide-awake infant? Hmmmm...

It's hard to see the silver lining when I can barely keep my eyes open. :P