You know that joke about breakfast? A day's work for the chicken and a lifetime commitment for the pig? It's supposed to make you feel bad for the pig - but I'm really starting to empathize with the chicken. Or, more appropriately, the dairy cow. I am a milk machine. Cael, at the ripe old age of 12 days, decided to go through a growth spurt. Instead of the already tedious hour long feedings every...

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It's official. I've reached the point in sleep deprivation where I've actually started hallucinating. For some reason, my body knows that I need to wake up throughout the night to feed him - so, like clockwork, I startle awake every three hours even if Cael is snoozing peacefully. For the past two nights, each time I have woken up I've been convinced that I fell asleep mid-feeding. I see the little...

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*yawns* I do not remember what sleep is. I'm pretty sure I used to enjoy it. It's all a blur now. Ryan and Cael, however, find time to indulge. I really wish the little one wouldn't sleep all day and scream all night. Somehow I think that I should be doing something besides letting him snooze during daylight, the little vampire. I can't bring myself to wake him now, however, since a) they're really cute and b) Ryan is still...

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In my continued effort to tell you things they don't tell you about pregnancy:When to go to the hospital:MYTH: When your contractions are five minutes apart, last for one minute each, and continue for an hour.FACT: When you cannot walk or speak through your contractions.Um, yeah. I had contractions for over 24 hours. They started about 7 minutes apart and were getting progressively more painful (but...

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