2 am????

All week long, Stef has refused her nap at MIL's, then fallen asleep in the car on the way home. She's been down for the count and missed supper to go straight to bed. She'd been getting up at 6am, rather than 7am, which is cool since we're about to go back on daylight savings time. But this morning, she cheerfully came in our room at 2am and announced "Good morning Mommy!"

We both went potty, then back to bed. She tried, really tried, to go back to sleep for over an hour. Then she insisted that she wanted breakfast. I figured she probably was hungry from skipping supper, so down we went. When I asked her what she wanted to eat, she just asked for Max & Ruby. So that's what she got. I tried one more time to get her to go back to bed, but she still insisted she wanted breakfast. So this time I gave her a mini box of Frosted Flakes (or Snow Flakes as Stef calls them). She ate a few and cuddled up with me on the couch for more Max & Ruby. When Steve came down at 5:30, I beat tracks back to bed for a 20 minute catnap.

I don't know what's up with the 2am thing, but I sure hope its a one time fluke. I think she might have had gas pains. I accused her twice of pooping her panties, but she was clean. I wonder what MIL gave her for lunch yesterday?

Anyway, I'm a complete space case today and probably won't make much sense all day long.

I still haven't heard anything about my boot and I plan to call the insurance company later to see if there has been a decision made yet. Steve fell asleep right after I put Stef to bed last night, so we didn't get to talk about the whole IVF thing. Tonight, for sure!