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Bennett sleeps through the night. But I do not. He used to wake around 3 for a feeding, then it moved later and later, to between 3.30 and 5.30. The last couple of nights he hasn't woken until 6 and now.... it's a quarter past 7!

However, I wake up. Once or twice each hour starting around 3. Each move and snuffle he makes, I think "Oh, it's time to feed him!" But no. And now I'm just run down. Sadly, I've been awake since 5.30 and out of bed since 6.15. I was *ravenous* so I got up to make myself huevos rancheros.

I'm all cranky and stressed out and the lack of quality sleep isn't helping. I'm sure it's a vicious cycle. Work - gah. Organzing the trip to Australia - gah. All kinds of other shit that needs to get done.

Oh! The babe is stirring.

Brain. Fried.

A better, but still stupid day at the office. One more night of not very good sleep. Another day where I wish I could just play with my babeh all day long.

Thankfully I had a wonderful dinner with Adam, Bennett, and another couple and their 9 week old baby (from our birthing class) at Pizziaolo. I ate nettle and peccorino pizza and cherry tomato and squid pizza. Supah tasty. And the wine was excellent. Bennett didn't like how loud it was and he is soooooo smiley happy to be home.

I am exhausted. Not going into work tomorrow. I think I am going to take the day off the internets too. I just need a mental break. A visual break. I'll be thinking of you, wondering what I'm missing and hoping you are all doing well.