Part of my raging anxiety, I’ve found out isn’t so much anxiety, but anticipation. Little Girl turned 6 months old a couple of weeks ago and for the last three to four weeks she hasn’t been sleeping nearly as well as she had been previously. Because of this, I’ve been having an even harder time falling asleep at night, because I lay there waiting for her to start screaming.
Anyway, I’m not sure if it’s due to teething, or due to the fact that she’s a giant drama queen, but the screaming at night. Dear god, it’s whipping me. She’s a much lighter sleeper, so if she so much as taps her head on her crib, she’s up practically trying to drag her little body over towards me to get me to lift her out of her crib, and now that she’s a hefty 21 pounds and is rolling all over the place, the whole co-sleeping thing had to come to an end, much to her dismay. I miss it, but I don’t miss her kicking me in the tits 87 times a night, or making my arm fall asleep from laying on top of it.
I went back through my archives to see when the Mini went through his sleep regression and hey, you know what? A lot of this blog is recycled garbage. I feel as if I wrote all of the same shit, exactly two years ago. Even though they’re different kids, they have a lot of the same habits. Like ripping my face off while they fall asleep.
So seriously. Sleep regression? I thought that was closer to nine months? Or because she’s a girl, will I be going through this for the rest of my life? Because the Mini doesn’t so much as make a peep, once he’s asleep for the night. He’s going to make the perfect candidate for a good chiefing when he goes off to college.
Did I really black out all of this shit from two years ago?