Gotta get this post in under the wire!

Earlier this evening I was in the shower and I had a realization which in my brain went something like this:

- "Crap, I forgot to call Gary [my brother] today and confirm that we're going to come up tomorrow morning. It's probably too late to call, I'll call in the morning."
- "Ok, if we plan to leave at 9:30, is that too early to call?"
- "Nah, he's got a baby now, they'll be up by then."
- "Actually, they'll probably be up way earlier than that. What time do babies usually wake up?"
- "I bet you just have to get up super early and feed the baby, and then you're up, and the baby is up, so that's it."
- "Oh my god, if I have a baby I'll never be able to roll over and go back to sleep again! Well Greg can just feed it. Wait, what am I talking about? He doesn't have breasts...it will have to be me. I can never sleep in again!!!!"

I honestly love sleep so much that the thought of not sleeping in anymore makes me unnaturally sad. I mean, on the average weekend morning I don't greet the dawn until about 11am. I know that it will be the same deal when we get a dog, but at least a dog we can take out first thing and then come back and go to sleep, since dogs sleep most of the day anyway. In theory. But with a baby that's it, you're up until it takes a nap, and that may or may not coincide with when you would like to take a nap. I think I'm going to have to rethink this motherhood thing. Perhaps instead of a baby I should just buy some luxurious bedding.

We're headed up to see the baby tomorrow morning, and then up to Salem for Erik/Jakob's birthday festivities. All I can think about it pancakes at Brothers'.