Then, this morning, she woke up perfectly happy....perfectly happy to explosive poop on me, while spitting up down my cleavage and then proceeding to put her tiny hand in the spit up and promptly stick said hand into my mouth before I could dodge it. What can I say? Apparently being up six times in the middle of the night doesn't exactly leave you with cat-like reflexes. I'm not lying, this totally happened. It was like a scene you'd see in a sitcom about having a baby. Lucy thought it was hilarious too!
That being said, I'm still having a blast, even in spite of poopy shirt and spit up in my mouth. I can honestly say I would take that over having to go to work any day!
Coming up on my blog this week: Comparisons of pre- and post- baby body (complete with pictures, and I have to warm you, I'm not going to suck it in), Q&A post (keep the questions coming if you have some), my crunchy mama transformation and of course more pics of the tiny pig!
"People who say they sleep like a baby usually don't have one."
-Leo J Burke