I’m tired; like, fall asleep tired. And my printer is taunting me with it’s “Sleep Mode” messages. Stupid printer.

Claire is a mystery to me. Sometimes she sleeps 11 hours without making a peep and other times, like last night, she wakes up crying at 1:00 a.m. and won’t go back to sleep until I nurse her an hour later. I tried just changing her wet diaper, but that obviously wasn’t cutting it for her. Ugh. Parenting. I’m convinced it’s a continual guessing game.

Also? Baby teeth apparently start out really sharp, like razors, in order to cut through the gums. Want to know how I know? My worst nightmare became reality last night at that 2:00 a.m. feeding. She bit my nip. Holy frack, that hurt. I hope this doesn’t become a habit because I won’t make it to my goal of breastfeeding for a year if it continues.

Speaking of gums, I’m eating a mozzeralla sandwich at my desk and just chomped down on an olive pit. Ow. Now my gum is killing me!