So for me, one of the side effects of 3.5 months of sleep deprivation is a constant low-grade headache, like my hat is on too tight. The sad side effect of the headache is that it makes it much harder for me to fall back asleep after getting up to feed the kid at 4 am, and at this point it's self perpetuating. I go to bed at 10 and lay there until after 12. I take a Tylenol pm once in a blue moon when I'm desperate, but then I have nightmares of babies with no hands or feet (even though I don't breastfeed at night anymore because it wasn't working out for well for me or the kiddo, so it's not like he was getting the .001% that would actually get in the old boob juice). Anyway, I finally took my last hospital-issued vicodin last night in a desperate bid for some solid sleep, or at least a reentry to sleep after duty called. Aaaaaand the baby decided 4 am was the new 7 am and WOULD. NOT. GO. BACK. TO. SLEEP. WHAT. THE. FUCK. It was miserable.
So SCREW the baby books, pending a veto from daddy, the goober is getting his first taste of rice cereal tonight. He holds his head up well, he likes to watch us eat food, he is bigger than the 4.5 month old we saw at Baby's R Us this weekend. I think he's ready. If he's not, I'll back off. But goooooodddammmm would I like to get some reasonable sleep.
Anyway, since this was a state-of-the-goob address, here's my current favorite pic of him under the cut. Mid-sneeze.
It makes me lol, and right now I'll take what endorphin releasers I can get.