Teething is so awesome. I love not sleeping and waking up at random hours of the night with a crying baby. Clingy-ness + 25lb baby = perfection.
Ugggh…blehhh…waaaah. I’m so pooped. What’s even more depressing is that he has a lot more teeth to come in, so I guess I better get used to it. I feel sad because it’s exasperating and on a few occasions I’ve made that known. Which is not fair to Piggie Smalls who has no idea what’s going on besides knowing that his little gums hurt. He deserves a patient and loving mama, not a selfish one.
So I’m going to try to wake up with a smile on my face, even if it’s forced. These days will pass so quickly I’m sure I’ll be wondering where the years have gone when he’s all grown up.