I have no idea how much sleep I got last night. C. was actually quite cooperative, but there’s something about those hospital, pull-out couches that keep you from falling asleep comfortably. Of course, I didn’t have a big incision in my stomach that required at least five different kinds of pain meds to mask, so I can’t complain too much. I know I slept from 10:30 to 11:30, then again a bit between 1:00 and 3:00. We sent C. to the nursery around 5:00, I guess, and I slept until 7:30. I was sure it was 11:00 or some lovely, late hour like that I slept so good during those two-plus hours. I think I got about four hours of sleep on Tuesday night, thanks to nerves and whatnot. So, rather than beginning to pour the experiences of the last 48 hours into the keyboard on ye olde PowerBook, I’m going to skim the readings for tomorrow’s class, then pour myself a nice glass of Jameson, drink a silent toast to my latest, weeest Irish lass, and attempt to get some sleep so I’m awake for my drive to B-town tomorrow. I’ll start getting you caught up on events over the weekend.