I watched Kite Runner tonight with my husband. I still feel nauseous. Thankfully, I don't have an immediate need to go to bed. My rather vivid imagination and mild paranoia causes some interesting dreams that lead to sleep walking and I'm not in the mood for half-conscious fear for my life.
On another note, V slept two nights in a row without needing added assistance. After the first week home from the hospital, we haven't had any problems during the night. That is until about two weeks ago. The joys of teething are constant drool, chewing, diarrhea, diaper rash, refusal to eat (which has never happened in her seven month history...even for oral vaccinations), snot rockets and bubbles, and the late night scream fests.
Here's hoping to a merciful evening.
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