It's 5:36 am and I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but...I wish I were running.
Because that's what I had gotten up at this early hour to do, but instead, I am sitting here in my living room with a baby is too awake for her own good. Normally, Norah sleeps until about 6:15-6:30, but she must've heard me up with my pre-run routine and she decided she wanted to be up as well. I tried several methods to get her to go back to sleep, but she's having none of it; apparently, she's decided that she's up and it's time to party.
I've been seriously thinking of buying a jogging stroller (we've held off in doing so primarily because they are big, we live in a small place, and storage is an issue for us -- so we've tried to not buy too many bulky baby things), and right now is one of those moments when I really wish I had one: I could toss her in there, go for my run and I bet she'd fall back asleep.
Hmmmm...perhaps it's time to go hop on Craigslist and see if I can find myself one.