My mommy, the security blanket

Isabel has not slept through the night in her crib in about four weeks now. She falls asleep in my arms each evening somewhere between 8:00 and 10:00, and I lay her in the crib. Like clockwork, she wakes up about 3:00 a.m. and will not go back to sleep or stay asleep unless I bring her to bed with us. What's worse is that if I then have to go to the bathroom or get a drink of water, she howls until I come back. She has become completely dependent on me for comfort during the night, and Webhamster and I are at wit's end. I've tried sleeping on the couch in her nursery, but nothing will placate her except for being in bed next to me or having me stand over her crib with my hand on her. Please let this be a phase.

Hormone-fueled binge

Now that my body has begun to adjust to non-pregnancy and not breastfeeding, the pre-pregnancy hormones have come back with a vengeance. PMS is real, people, and it's worse than I remember it, though Webhamster may say it was always that bad. In the last twelve hours, I have consumed nearly a pint of ice cream and three donuts. The fact that Krispy Kreme now produces whole wheat glazed donuts didn't make me feel any better about it. I also cried for five solid minutes after seeing footage of a father pushing his partial quadriplegic adult son in a wheelchair, pulling him in a dinghy, and toting him on a bicycle in an Ironman competition. Yes, it's touching, but I didn't cry that long when I was three years old and was run over while playing underneath a work truck at our house.