Seven weeks into this whole motherhood thing and I can honestly say I understand the true meaning of sleep deprivation. It's a brand of exhaustion I have never experienced before. Finals week in college does not begin to touch the level of tired I am. Moonlighting as a rock star while (barely) holding a 9 to 5 gig as an editor comes close, but still no cigar.

There is a reason sleep deprivation is used as torture, although I can't imagine how well it works if you're trying to get someone to talk. I'm so tired I barely know my own name right now. If I possessed any classified information crucial to the nation's security, that secret would be safe with me, because I really can't remember much of anything.

Things that were previously second nature now require a great deal of effort. And that primarily applies to my diabetes control. (READ MORE)