Sleep, or Lack Thereof

It's very strange how I can survive on such broken sleep. I'm surprised I don't chew the head off anyone who steps in my way right now, or how I don't start a waterworks of tears if my tea is cold, or how I don't pass out in a sleep-deprived comatose mid-isle in the grocery store.

During Little Bean's pregnancy, I was getting ten or more hours of consistent sleep a night, plus naps during the day! Maybe I was storing up for these times, when I'm awake every two or three hours, helping Little Bean grow.