Tonight is the two year anniversary of my last really good night of sleep.

I mean, I’ve certainly slept pretty well since then, particularly since Elizabeth sleeps through the night, but I am a lighter sleeper now and it just isn’t the same.

Two years ago tomorrow night, I awoke from a sound sleep to vomit spectacularly with very little warning, which indicated the beginning of labor.

And then Elizabeth wasn’t born for two more days, but I still like her anyway.