It's a cliche, but I have just been too tired to post. Sleep is such a commodity--I think about it at work, in the car--I even dream of it. Sad, I'm sure, but true. Not that I can really complain; in the baby world, little A is a pretty good sleeper. In fact, the last 3 nights there has been no middle of the night feeding--and sleeping 6 or 7 hours straight is just the most wonderful thing ever. However, I don't want to jinx myself, so I leave you to turn in. (Just in case she wakes up in a couple of hours.)