Just when I thought I would never post again, for lack of anything interesting to say, I read Kia's Monday Mumbers post and thought I would join in the fun. Here they are:
The most hours of consecutive sleep I have gotten all week.
The number of days it has been since I have had more than 2.5 consecutive hours of sleep.
The number of newborn diapers I have changed this week.
The number of hours I have spent with a baby attached to my boob in the last week.
Number of times I have screeched when Tommy latched on. Yikes! This kid has suction power rivaled only by a Kirby vacuum.
The number of times I have snapped at Bil or the kids.
The number of times I have broken down crying for no explicable reason--sometimes they have been happy tears and sometimes tears of rage or sadness. Gotta love hormones.
Nights I have woken up sweaty. Thanks again, hormones.
Pounds I have lost since last week. I knew I should have joined Weight Watchers last Thursday. Imagine the applause I would have garnered at this week's weigh-in.
The number of months pregnant I still look.
The number of people who have asked me when I am due after Tommy was already here.
Loads of laundry I need to do to catch up. Tommy will soon be going naked if I don't get off my duff.
Times I have wondered what in the name of everything that is holy have I gotten myself into? Who was I kidding thinking I could handle THREE kids?????
Number of times I have gazed lovingly at my kids and thought how lucky I am to have them.
Number of hours I have spent cuddling Tommy and not even feeling guilty about all the chores that are going undone.
Number of times in the last 2 days that Charlotte has begged me to wake up Tommy. Apparently, he is just not doing quite enough to entertain her.
Number of huge fights I have instigated with Bil this weekend. It was all my fault, but I totally blame the hormones.