8 Months old

Yesterday Mary was 8 months old. Wow. I know I have said it before, but it's just amazing how fast time flies. She is getting bigger and bigger, every day it seems. She looks and acts more like a little girl all the time, instead of a baby. Her hair is still sparse, but getting thicker, and she has a tooth now! She's still teething, so Im certain that there will be more teeth soon enough. She eats three meals a day now, and it's no longer a struggle to get her to eat her solids, she loves food! She can sit up from lying down, and she can almost crawl now, even though she cant quite do it yet, she still manages to get around on the floor by scooting, rolling and half crawling. She is starting to make strange a little bit, but she is still a social little creature, and she loves people and animals. The cats are starting to avoid her more often now that she has discovered the joys of yanking on their tails.

I wish that I could type some more about her, but honestly, I am too exhausted to think much about something. The last two nights I havnt been able to sleep at all, and last night I even took some over the counter sleep aids...which are nothing but benadryl, by the way. I guess that I should go talk to the doctor about this soon, before I end up huddled in the corner, smacking my head against the wall. Im not terribly comfortable taking prescription sleeping pills, but at this point, Im willing to try anything. My biggest concern is that he is going to tell me that it is the post-partum depression rearing it's ugly head, and try to get me to take antidepressants again. It is very possible that my hormones are doing wacky things again, in fact I wouldnt be surprised, but I think it is more than that.

Our couch broke the other day. Our couch is broken, probably irrepairable (bloody Ikea crap), our bathtub is still plugged and needing to be bailed out, our kitchen sink backs up into the bathroom sink, and our debts are going nowhere but deeper. If anything is keeping me awake at night, it's that. We talked, and it looks like we are going to have to just rip out all of our pipes, and redo all of the plumming, but to do so we will have to get a new tub and kitchen and bathroom sinks. That is going to cost alot of money, not to mention how much a new couch is going to cost us. I wonder if things would seem a little less hopeless if I slept?