I tell myself this every time I get up at 3am or 4am. The past week has been a blur of visitors, getting the sister-in-law settled, household stuff, and pumping/feeding Baby Z. MoBob and I take turns at night, usually because one hears the baby before the other. But he returns to work tomorrow and he needs his sleep to keep us solvent. The SIL has been a great help, despite not having a common language, but MB and I still have night duty. I'm trying to savor those early morning hours where it's just Baby Z and me, with MB's snores as our soundtrack, and the two of us sleepy and hunched over like little old men.
Lots of people have asked me what labor felt like. Well: menstrual cramps x 10,000 combined with the white hot rage aimed at a lifetime of ex-boyfriends. Got that? (And I was maxed out on painkillers.)