Urgh

I have officially entered the stage of pregnancy where you wonder what you possibly could have been thinking. I am queasy and sleepy and my hip hurt. On the other hand Charlie is being ridiculously adorable a good bit of the time and has started sleeping for a good hunk of the night with enough frequency to cause happy thoughts.

The other day I was trying to get him down for a nap before I left for a eye doctor appointment. Lately, he's been having a really hard time winding down for a nap and nursing and books are often less than effective. So, we're back to the swaddle and rock method. Of course, he's not so much a burrito anymore as a tamale. Anyway... I thought he was down but his foot had been twitching just a bit so I gave him a few minutes. The babysitter and I were chatting and I had the baby monitor and we kept hearing banging about so I went up. Charlie was standing up, rattling the side of the crib, delighting in the falling down on the crib mattress and then standing up to do it all over again. When he saw me he said "Yay!" and waved his arms in the air for me. Luckily, this was before the bone crushing fatigue element of my pregnancy so I was able to find it adorable instead of cause for tears. The second time I put him down, there was no foot waggling and he actually stayed down for 2 hours.