Day 95 - April 5

I almost fell over laughing this morning when I looked down at the floor in front of my dresser and saw two footprints staring back at me.

We had a rough night with Cate last night, not wanting to stay asleep in her bed, so we both spent some time standing up, holding and rocking her in place.

These are Jason's size 12s, burned into the carpet from standing in one place and shifting his weight back and forth for longer than he really wanted to. There was probably a matching set on my side of the bed, too.

I'm glad I have pictures like these to remind me of why I don't want another baby no matter how much I would love to be pregnant again.

I miss you, sleep. A lot.