Yesterday - in a word - sucked.
For the first time in probably 2 weeks I had to get up in the middle of the night to feed Andrew. No 8 or 9 hour stretch of sleep. Then all day he just wanted to eat and not sleep. At all. I think I got one 30 minute nap out of him.
Needless to say, he was a full blown cranky pants. It was especially fun when he was laying across my lap and started wailing right when I had to get on the phone with a co-worker. Thankfully said co-worker is a good friend and has a small child so he could understand.
All day I felt like he was attached to one boob or the other. Or he was fussing and yelling and just not sleeping.
It seems like he has decided to hit his 3 month growth spurt a week or so early. No slacking for this kid - he wants to be ahead of the curve.