booooring.
Monkey is sleeping in his bed! I am still in complete and absolute shock every time I say it’s Nite Nite and he climbs into the crib. He fusses, tosses and turns and then?
He goes to sleep.
And? He sleeps all night. Or, at least until 6am. That 6 am thing is still killing me. Being a sex worker means never having to see 6am. At least, you know, from THAT side of it. Staying up till 6am…
Actually, truth be told, not so much into that either.
But given the choice, would MUCH rather party till 6am, then peel myself out of bed to sit and watch Yo Gabba Gabba with a gabbering toddler.
Ok. Really. More confessions here. I like Yo Gabba Gabba and I will cuddle with Monkey ANY time he lets me. Just… Does It Have To Be 6am??
So now I’m finally getting 6 and 7 hours sleep. IN A ROW! And it has done wonders for my attitude. I’ve even gotten some special DaddyO time. But still, the second Monkey is in bed…
And I’m finally unencumbered by demands to ____________ *fill in the blank with the 8, 462 things he needs done IMMEDIATELY POST HASTE each day all day and you know what I want to do with that time? Do you have ANY idea?
Catch up on TV? NOPE.
Catch up on email? NOPE.
Return phone calls? NOPE.
Clean up this dump? NOPE.
Naughty one on one time with DaddyO trying to make a baby the way poor people do? Ummm… maaayyybeeeee…. later?
All I want to do is crawl in bed and read.
Read a book.
A book that does not have quarter inch thick pages.
Nor does it star a hungry catterpiller, any thing furry or any motor vehicles that speak.
Just people. In this case, sarcastic self depricating people who take off their cloths for money.
Then? I want to go to sleep. And? I want to have this all complete by 9pm.
Yup. It’s a big ol’ Parrrtey around here.
In other news, FET is scheduled for next month. Just waiting for Aunt Flo to arrive, about October 2nd, then… it’s the beginning of the end. So far, in an attempt to maximize my chance of success, I have continue with the daily hoola hooping, I have bought new jeans that fit perfectly, and will be going back for a second pair next week. Also? Bought two new bras. Then just today I signed up for a pole dancing class that starts in November. Already paid for it and there are no refunds.
If THAT doesn’t get me knocked up, what possibly will?
I am here to award you Qualified Mother of the Month Award.
Why is the award so short, you ask? Do I not deserve to be Qualified Mother of the Year for this magnificent sleep training?
No, because in roughly 8-10 days Monkey will present you with a new challenge that you must conquer.
Celebrate your fabulous month of Awesomeness. Hm, it seems to coincide with your FET.
Accident? I think not. You will roll from one mighty month of victory to the next.
FET. Implant. Beta. Ultrasound. Barfing. Movement. Birth. Infant. Home. You got it.
Um. I would actually be happy with Qualified Mother Of The Week Award.
I'm JUST now able to actually sleep in a relaxed state not waiting for his voice to come squealing through the monitor At. Any. Moment.
A lil high on sleep actually.
That last bit made me tear up a bit. Thank you soo much for your words of support and encouragement.
I hope we are able to compare notes on #2 soon.
The hoola hooping, jeans, 2 bras and pole dancing: shrewd moves, my dear DCG. It's time to trick the universe into sending a little love our way.
I am thinking such good thoughts for your FET. It really is right around the corner. I refuse to think of it as the beginning of the end. Just the beginning of the next beginning.