On the 8th day of Christmas...

On the 8th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me... 8 restless hours of sleep. I'm honestly looking forward to even a few hours of actual sleep. At this point, I lay down to sleep for more than 8 hours but I don't sleep. I have to get up to pee, to change positions, or to relieve the wrinkles on my sides from the bunching of the sheets or my shirt. How nice it will be to be able to get comfortable!

On the 9th day of Christmas...

Well, I'm a little late. I thought about it all day but when it came down to it, I never posted it. So here's the 9th day and a little later, I'll post something for the 8th day of Christmas!

On the 9th day of Christmas my Daisy gave to me...

9 pieces of advice.

From sleeping, to feeding, to diapering, to washing clothes, to organizing her room, to what toys she needs, to what equipment to buy, to...the list goes on. Essentially, when you become pregnant, everyone has a piece (or six) of advice for you. The comical movies that show the frustrated mother trying to sort through all this advice is not far from the truth. I've heard advice that directly conflicts with other advice. The interesting thing is, in the end, the parents still have to get their own rhythm and decide for themselves, as a family, what they are going to do.

I am not bothered by the advice. I do enjoy hearing the different tips but I hope no one is offended if we don't do things exactly the way they suggested.

7 days left...