I think its typical that the sooner you get up the sooner you won't feel so bad about getting up. Half an hour ago I wa seriously ready to rip into Peter for not getting up when he said he would this morning, but now I feel relatively refreshed and ready for the day and am actually fairly thankful for the time I've gained not sleeping.
Of course the longer I sleep the less time I have to eat, but the hunger seems to be dying away which makes me feel even prouder for not snacking.
Jake didn't really want to have his bottle last night and was fairly unsettled (for him!) so I think that's why Peter didn't want to get up this morning. Only, all the time he was up, I was too so what's his excuse. He didn't even work yesterday. Not that that would make much difference, his longest shift has been a grand total of four hours. I did longer than that six days a week when I was pregnant.
I always hoped that the pieces of my life might just fall into place, but personally, right now I'm thinking it's going to take a bit of work.
