My hair is finally starting to grow back in frizzy little bunches that are driving me crazy. But at least it's not falling out anymore. And for some reason my face has started breaking out worse than when I was a teenager. That's probably due to the fact that I've been so groggy in the mornings that I'll be halfway through the day before I remember to wash my face and brush my teeth. Dave has taken up a lot more of the nighttime parenting now, which has helped a lot. If Eva's nursed but still fussy, he'll change her diaper and rock her to sleep in the recliner downstairs while he watches a movie. In the mornings he'll take her for an hour so I can sleep in before he goes to work. It's really helped to ease my exhaustion.
I'm a night owl, and I'll often stay up until 11 because it's my only time to unwind and hang out with Dave. I know it's not smart because the stretch from 8 to 12pm is the longest she'll sleep all night, and she'll be waking up just as I've fallen asleep. I should go to bed soon after she does, but then when would I get time to myself or as a couple? Her naptime is the only time I can get anything done during the day. Evenings are for relaxing, and right now I'm enjoying the winter Olympics. I'm paying for it in lost sleep, though.
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