The only problem is...

Biscuit chooses to pant. A lot.

Yes, I know she just needs a drink. But seriously, its 3AM and she starts panting in my ear. Loudly. Being a good mother, I get out of bed and take her to get a drink. Which totally wakes me up. Now I'm blogging and she's soundly asleep next to me, not panting. I'm jealous of her. I would love to be sound asleep, but alas.

Maybe this is just a fore-taste of what it will be like to be a mama to a baby.

This post seems very lame, but its 3 AM, this is what you get.

Now I must go watch infomercials, because despite the fact that we have 391879875 channels, thats whats on.