Tired much?

After an exhausting first week at home, I'm hoping there's some improvement on the horizon. Our little man seems to get that there's a difference between night and day. At least I think he does. I could be delusional basing this on two decent nights. He still demands food every three hours at night, but he's been drinking a lot quicker (no 45 minutes, but closer to 15 minutes), falls asleep peacefully and doesn't scream the place down when we put him to bed.
Let's hope I didn't jinx it by blogging this...

He's brilliant, but my god did I underestimate how tiring it is to be woken from your sleep every few hours.
Poor little man has cramps as well, so I'm drinking two mugs of (disgusting!) fennel tea a day and I've convinced myself it makes all the difference.

In another shocking turn of events I've found myself watching the world cup football. Me! A lesbian at last! I hope this doesn't influence Bas too much, but he seems pretty fixated on my boobs when I'm feeding him. The minute he turns his head to stare at the telly I'm looking for handball on tv!
No football, Bas. Too much laundry for your mums.