I just took my Ambien, so I figure I have twenty minutes before my forehead hits the keyboard, and about two hours and twenty minutes before I start ordering Chinese and driving around town in my underwear.
I've had such a full week and you won't hardly believe what has happened. My little brother and SIL had a baby, and I am now an Auntie. I'm certain that nothing like this has ever happened in the history of the world, and I'm just not sure I'll be able to explain what it feels like. My nephew is soft as a bunny and smells like heaven on earth. His toes are miniature Jelly Belly jelly beans all squished together, and his eyelashes are tiny little secrets. His eyes are soft, deep grey, and his nose is a smaller version of what I see in the mirror everyday. I flew to Seattle on Friday for a whirlwind, exhausting two-and-a-half days of kissing his wiggly neck and whispering liberal ideology into his tiny, perfect ears. I got back last night at midnight, cat in tow (that's a whole 'nother post), and really, who knew you could cry for ten hours straight? I hope I won't die if I have to go months without hearing his tiny sneezes or holding his body close enough to feel his heartbeat.