My Mind Hurts

3:15am.
Three-fifteen.
That is the time at which my beloved son woke up for the day.
Ok I just don't get it. How can an 8 month-old baby need less sleep than moi?
So, for the last three weeks, he's been waking at 4:30 every morning, and Jim and I have been pulling our hair out (and crying bitter tears, and writing poetic lamentations to our long lost love, sleep) trying to figure out what we can do to amend the situation. After trying to put him to sleep later, feeding him more, breastfeeding TONS, letting him cry (then wail, then scream, then puke), changing to cooler sleepers, then changing to warmer sleepers, turning the heat up, then down, putting him in bed with us, etc. etc. etc., we decided that maybe it was time to move him out of the hammock. We figured he must get frustrated not being ale to roll around when he gets uncomfortable. And it was so snug that he had begun to sweat, no matter how cool we tried to keep him.
That decided, the official project for the weekend was to move the old entertainment center out of the baby's room and into Caleb and Aidan's room, and set up the crib. Jim accomplished most of that on Saturday morning, and after I spent some time sorting old toys and organizing both rooms, things were looking pretty good.
Saturday night, Liam seemed to enjoy his first stint in the crib. He automatically rolled onto his side and there were high-fives all around. We had solved it! He was just uncomfortable! When he woke at 11:30 to eat, it was more difficult to get him back into the crib. Though he was sound asleep when I laid him down, those eyes sprung open with the voracity of a three-year old hyped up on sugar. It was to be a difficult night. He awoke for the day at 5am, but with use of the Force, I was able to put him back down (albeit in the hammock, still standing beside our bed) until after 6.
Last night was worse.
And I, my friends, am running out of both hope and hair.
Let's talk about something else, ok?
It's March break for Caleb and Jeff, so I'm sure this week will be full of the sights and sounds from various video games. Does anyone have a spare bedroom I can come stay/hide in for a while? Seriously though, Caleb is usually a joy to have around. He actually enjoys helping me with laundry and baking and other things like that.
Incidentally, tonight is my first appointment with the Psychologist. I am...EXCITED. Is that odd? I mean, not only do I get to finally address the worsening problem of anxiety/depression/panic/obsessive compulsive disorder, but I also get to (and this is far more scintillating) spend some time, sans enfants, out of the house! I've begun to think of it as a night out! Do you think it would be strange if I dressed up and put make-up on? What if I bring her a corsage? Hey, it might get me some meds quicker.
We had a crazy weekend, so I owe some peoples some emails. If you're one of those people, my deepest apologies. Let's chalk it up to a combination of sleep deprivation and a busy few days. Oh and the migraine. Can't forget that. Fun times!
I think I'll sign off before this entry degenerates and spirals even further into a sarcastic monologue. Let me leave you with a picture of my beautiful 6 year-old!