I'll preface this by saying that I am that person. I get myself worked up over nothing and worry about everything and everyone. I WebMD self perceived "symptoms" and convince myself it's cancer. Dr. Oz had a "how to check yourself for lymphoma" segment and I'm still not convinced that I don't. Yesterday, I rushed baby to the doctor convinced he had an infection because his foreskin looked inflamed and DAMMIT, everyone TOLD me to circumcise him or this would happen and I just HAD to be all hippie dippie and not go along with the grain and now it's my fault - my baby's going to have to get a catheter and circumsized at 11 weeks and it's MY fault. And the doctor laughed at me (as much a terribly stoic Indian man who, although pleasant and trustworthy, does not smile at babies - what is up with that, btw?? - can laugh) and told me that's how it's *suppose* to look and he's just fine and dandy.

Okay, now that we know that....

I'm sort of freaking out because he's sleeping longer. I work 8 hour shifts 4 days a week and DH watches him while I'm away. About a week ago he started doing some bottle striking while I was at work. It's like he was deciding, "You know, she's going to bring the boobs back in awhile....I'll just wait til then, kthanx." So instead of drinking the usual 12-15 ounces I would leave, he would drink like 5 and be done until I go home. So, now he's sleeping more, too. Like DH just messaged me and said he's pretty much been asleep the entire time I've been at work (7 hours), just waking up once to feed. And he slept 6 hours last night! He's never done that. He always wakes up 3 hours to feed.

I'm anemic and not giving him iron supplements. I dunno if that has anything to do with it. Yeah. Okay.