I have been in and out of consciousness the past three days going on minimal sleep with Carter being sick. I think he’s forgotten that AT NIGHT TIME WE SLEEP! Poor kid’s fever just broke yesterday evening; 103F is something scary, especially when it stays that way for two and half days. He’s been up in the middle of the night for the past three nights and every time Mike goes and brings him to our room. What the fuck!? I’ve told him numerous times that this makes the situation WORSE, not better.
So last night, as Carter screamed and screamed I thought pleasant thoughts and while trying to ignore him. Is that even possible? Then Mike (the most patient person that he is) gets up and brings him to our bed; so much for letting him cry it out.
When I finally clue into what’s going on, I bolt up and point at him. “No, no, no, no, no. You’re not bringing him in our bed.” I sound like such a evil no-good mother. I just know that once Carter’s feeling better he’s gonna want to sleep in our bed all the time, and I’m just not fine with that. I don’t even want to sleep with Mike half the time, let alone a kicking and squirming 1 year old.

I need sleep to dammit!

I’m actually very excited because my dear, dear friend from elementary school told me last night that they are expecting their second child, and another friend is “trying” and another *thinks* she may be pregnant. I have been having baby fever for the longest time and it was compounded by my friends trying.. but after these last couple days of a sick child; I’m thinking of putting these eggs on ice.