Baby Nightmares

I cooked dinner for the first time in over a week last night, and I'm going to need fat burners for women to help rid of all that spaghetti I gorged myself on. I make some good spaghetti, if I do say so myself. Which I do. Tonight Ryan has to inspect rooms at the barracks after the single guys finish cleaning, and we've kind of formed an unofficial routine that he brings dinner home from somewhere since it's almost Anya's bath time by the time he gets home. So we have to eat quickly, and I usually don't have the ability to cook efficiently while being the only one home to care for Anya when I could just wait for Ryan to get home and help. I've made it work before, but I think we've both grown to like our new Thursday night routine because it's easier for me, quicker for both of us before Anya's night time routine begins, and super tasty to get food from out in town without the hassle of packing Anya up to go eat in the restaurant.

I'm getting homework under control better. I'm actually getting ahead a little bit aside from assignments that get released on a weekly basis. But I try to get things done as they are assigned which keeps me from getting stressed about due dates so much. Right now the things on my agenda aren't due until next Wednesday and Thursday, and I should have them done before the weekend. Which is awesome. It's nice to be able to watch a TV show or read blogs without feeling guilty about homework I haven't done that's due that day or the next. It also makes me feel less stressed about housework because I have more time to get whatever chore I've assigned myself for the day done without worrying about the homework I need to get to. I definitely feel a lift in the weight of stress just by having myself spend a few days getting ahead last week.

Anya has been the cutest of the cute the past couple of days now that her cold has all but dissipated, and the irritability caused by her shots on Monday has gone away. She's been laughing and smiling at me all day and taking her naps like a champ almost immediately after I put her down with no fuss. Last night was a different story. She freaked out at 5:30AM, and it took fifteen minutes of shushing and pacifier replacing before she stopped thrashing and dozed back off until her usual wake up time of 8:30AM when she usually rolls right back over even if she does wake up for her pacifier. It was weird. Maybe she had a bad dream? The way she thrashed without really totally waking up makes me think something along those lines. She wasn't asking for food because nothing would have gotten her to stop if that was the case. She "wakes up" into a thrashing daze like that from time to time screaming her head off like she's afraid of something or something startled her. Do babies have nightmares?