I believe the days of me sleeping all the way through the night are over. If I do not have to get up to use the restroom, some extremity is going numb, I’m burning up, my feet are frozen, my dreams are too vivid, or I cannot get my pillows adjusted comfortably. Last night I kept going to the restroom just for good measure. I didn’t think I actually needed to, but these days I cannot tell, and my hope was rest would follow the expulsion of those few drops. It’s difficult to sleep through the sensations of something moving inside of you. At one point, I was so comfortable lying somewhat on my stomach/side with pillows everywhere, but right as I was drifting off someone clearly had some objections with my positioning and started wiggling around like our little dog does when you are trying to cuddle with him. So I spent the next 15 minutes trying to find a position that was not only comfortable for me, but lil miss too. It will all be over soon.
I noticed this morning that Ryan had all of the covers, so maybe that was the problem. He loves it when I blame things on him. Makes him feel included. ^_^
