After the longest seven months of my life, we finally have reached my favorite milestone: sleeping 12 hours straight. To you mamas who still nurse at night for longer than seven months, you are made of sterner stuff than I. I was losing my mind night nursing past three months. I was having a hard time carrying on conversations past five months. I kept wondering if whomever I was talking to was offended by the glassy look in my eye. By six months, I was the walking dead. I live in Atlanta, so I fit right in. But I desperately wanted to join the living.
