The Muffin Man slept through the night last night! This is the second time in only a week that this has happened, so I'm hoping it's a trend that's going to catch on. Today I was actually awake before the baby. Here's the problem: I'm so used to getting up every couple of hours that I wake up even when Noah doesn't. This morning I sat straight up in bed sure that the reason the little guy hadn't woken up was because he'd been abducted by aliens in the middle of the night. I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway only to find the Muffin Man slumbering peacefully in his bed, completely oblivious to the fact that his Mommy was imagining all sorts of horrible, sure to result in death scenarios. That's the thing about Motherhood - you're never really able to go back to your carefree pre-child self. No matter how good things get, you always imagine the worst. I would love to sleep deeply and without interruption for eight hours, but I'm pretty sure that for the rest of my life I'll always wake up worried that something has happened to my kiddo. On the plus side, it turns out that I'm highly efficient at 5:30 in the morning.
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