Teething or growth spurt. I am sick to death of saying those words. I'm also grumpy and sleep-deprived, like most of our nation, but at this point I don't care.
When I was pregnant with Henry one of my co-workers looked at my belly and said, "Well, it's gonna be a boy. Or a girl." (pause) "One of those. It's gonna be one of those."
Ummm. Ya think?
So Svea has been getting up around 9 times at night. As I go through the litany of comforting techniques I have already tried I start to think: teething or growth spurt. Has to be one of those.
Ummm. Ya think? She's a BABY.
Man, am I in a bad mood.
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