So people say, "It gets easier" to give us hope that the insanity of life with a young baby won't be life forever as we know it. But what happens when you haven't found life [braces] that bad? (please don't hate me), and the prospect of a crying, talking, sleeping , walking, living doll* gives you sleepless nights. Yes. I get sleepless nights from thinking about future rearing of an infant and not from real-time infant, because my angelic truffle of loveliness sleeps like the proverbial most of the time. Ok, feel completely free to hate me. I would.
Chronicles of a chronic over-thinker