Tuesday, February 01, 2005

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The baby wont sleep.
I'm not sure, but I think it's her teeth.
Every three hours she wakes me up, screaming fits that rip the quiet.
I've all ready cut caffeine from my diet.
She's not hungry.
She's not dirty.
She's not needing her soother or her cuddly toy.
Offer her a bottle and a fit ensues, as only Mommy's milk will do.
She's not too hot.
She's not too cold.
She's just an unbearable eight month old.


7 comments:

Blog ho said...

oh, dear, i remember those days so well. this reminds me I want no more babies.

sCruuw said...

Dear lord, I too remember those lovely days of being Zombified. Uncanny how something so small can affect your entire well being ....literally! You will make it through, although it seems like a millenium as it lasts!

Sleep on sista!

sCruuw said...

I gave you a link on my blog LIVVY!

Lyvvie said...

Oh Cool! Thanks *Big cheesy grin*

Kim said...

Lyvvie! I'm adding you to my blogroll too! Gosh, who could forget those nights of...(yawn)...waking up and waking up, ...and walking... and walking... and walking!

Wyatt Junker said...

Right there with you, although my wife takes the brunt of it when she's on titty duty.

My wife and I, sometimes in the middle of sex we just fall asleep in a heap before we reach the fun part.

Lyvvie said...

Ah yes....breastfeeding and orgasms...what fountains of fun. A chance for the man to sleep in the wet spot for a change.