I got a great night’s sleep last night. It’s amazing what a good solid 8 to 9 hours of sleep will do for you.
Yesterday the wife of one of my co-worker’s stopped by with their 3-month-old baby girl. I’ve missed them every other time they’ve been in for a visit and I practically ran to the lobby to say hello. She was a giggling baby talking sweetie as our receptionist bounced her up and down on her legs. And then she handed her to me. I have a running joke with a friend from work that I make babies cry. OK, not always, but it seems like the last few times we have visitors in diapers they get fussy by the time they are handed to me. I don’t know what the deal is. I don’t know if, hopefully, they are just overstimulated by the time I hold them or if I give off a weird scent or if I am just plain scary looking but SHE STARTED CRYING a little WHEN I HELD HER. Also I’ve got a bit of a cold this week and I was tad anxious about holding her because I was afraid I’d start coughing on her. Yes I am sure that’s it because I like babies. Really! I swear!
Last night the hubby went up to his office to do a bit of work. He told me was probably going to sleep on the couch as I have been tossing/turning/sniffing/coughing this week. Because of Jack the dog’s fondness for slurping his doggy toes in the middle of the night, I apparently locked the door to make sure he wouldn’t disturb my slumber. Jack pushes our bedroom door open with such forcefulness that it wakes me up and when I crawled into bed at 9 last night after taking a Benadryl I just wanted to sleep. And I did. I slept right through my husband trying to open the door. But it was locked.
Babe, I’m sorry. I love you. I blame it on the Benadryl.