I went to bed around 10:30 and he was moving around like a banchee. I just smiled because it's a reassurance to know he's doing okay in there.
I looked at my clock at...
11pm. Still grooving.
11:30pm. Hosting a dance party for one.
Midnight. No end in sight- he must be liking the music.
1am. Okay, seriously kid? It's bedtime.
2am. Starting to calm down. Oh wait, there he goes again.
FINALLY, I fell asleep. I don't know if I was just hyper aware of it because it's the first time he's been SO active or what, but man- oh man- pleeeease don't let this be an indication of nights to come!
It's like my party baby learned a new trick (karate? kick boxing? break dancing? the ooga chaka?) and can't stop for fear he might forget it.
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