For whatever reason, Boober keeps hopping into bet with her baby firmly clenched in her teeth, and drops it on me. I guess she wants me to watch it for a while while she goes off and eats, walks around, etc. She always comes back after a few minutes and takes over, but it's a little unnerving with such a small baby next to me - its eyes aren't even open yet. I'm afraid I'm going to roll over on it, so I don't get much sleep.
I've been thinking about a lot of things lately. Maybe it's fall, but I'm feeling wistful about the past. Sometimes I miss my old life to the point where it actually hurts inside. Transition is, well, rough.
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