Last week was the worst sleep I think I have ever had mostly due to the hubs chatting it up in his sleep. He had one dream where we thought I was playing a joke on him so when I tried to wake him up from deep sleep/talking nonsense, he turned to me and said, "I don't appreciate you doing that sweets" and then promptly rolled over and back into slumber land. I just huffed and used a few choice words myself before going back to sleep. The next day, he didn't remember speaking to me nor saying a word, but he did remember the dream. The rest of the week was about the same plus an added disruption of our dog jumping into bed and stealing all the covers.
Needless to say this threw a wrench into my thought process about babies. I am not ruling it out, but I love sleep way more these days.
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