Last night, I got up to go to the bathroom (one of three trips last night), opened a window because I was hot, and climbed back into bed. I didn’t get back to sleep again for about a half hour, because the baby was moving around like crazy and punching me in the something — the kidneys? Intestine?
Mom, I think this baby is getting me back for all the 11:00 p.m. dances I put you through over the years. I suppose I deserve it, huh?