Sunday, March 1, 2009

Dear Husband...

My darling,
Please know that when forced to decide between pillow talk and the longest stretch amount of uninterrupted sleep I've had since December...I will choose the sleep. It doesn't mean I don't love you. It means go write whatever it is down so you can tell me in morning. Love you to bits!
Your wife.

And not to be greedy, but when is my boy going to sleep eight hour stretches? I would never have dreamed of asking that of La Lou at 11 weeks, but I know he has it in him. He's such a good sleeper and hardly nurses at all at 2am. But he still wakes and cries.

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