itchy

I itch.

From head to toe.

Every inch of skin, including my scalp.

And it's considerably worse at night because then I have time to just lay there and think about SCRATCHING.

It doesn't stop.

I finally gave up and went and got a popsicle and turned on Gilmore Girls.

Ridiculous.

Again, I repeat that being up with a newborn is so much more preferred than this option, scratching myself into my grave.

Dying.