A whole new me

Have I neglected to tell you that my cherub is sleeping through the night?

Maybe it's because I didn't want to jinx it. But after about a month, I feel like I can proudly proclaim, she is sleeping through the night. It took us a bit of time. And by us, I mean me. When I really decided it was time, it took, um, one night. She cried for a little bit and then the next night the angels (quietly) sang as Peanut snoozed.

After going through this, this and this. After a year.

Which means I am sleeping through the night, for the most part. I still wake up every once in awhile but it is getting better.

I feel better than I have in a long time. I don't feel quite so suicidal first thing in the morning. I feel refreshed and normal. I don't fall asleep at 7 p.m.

But I have noticed something curious that may or may not be related. I'm not sure if this is a side effect of not sleeping for a year or what, but names are falling out of my brain. I will be in the middle of a conversation and know exactly who I am talking about but can't recall the person's name.

A recent conversation:

Me: That girl? Who sings Sk8r boi? Where it isn't spelled right? And she married that guy from that Canadian band and now no one knows who they are?

Friend: Avril Lavigne?

Me: Yes, her.

(later)

Friend: Who sings this song?

Me: You know the band? Where they are short? And the one guy married Ashlee Simpson? And they had a baby?

Friend: Fall Out Boy?

Me: Yes, that's it.

I don't know what is more concerning: The fact that I can't remember names or that I'm talking about Avril Lavigne, Pete Wentz and Ashlee Simpson.