Last night had to be the worst night of insomnia since I got pregnant.  And that’s saying a lot.

Went to bed at midnight, like usual, but tossed and turned until 2am, when my stomach started growling so much that I got out of bed for a snack.  I decided to take my pillow with me and shut the bedroom door to spare poor Hubster from a bad night of sleep.  After Cheerios, cheese, chocolate and two hours of Netflix-watching, I was finally tired enough to doze off.  I woke up a ton of times because sleeping on the couch is not the most comfortable place. (Although, these days I’m not really comfortable anywhere.)  Then at 9:30am, I woke up and was unable to fall back asleep.  My hips are in agony.  I’m exhausted.  Oh, and because I didn’t get enough sleep, I get to deal with some morning-sickness-like nausea today.  Woohoo.

Dear Baby C, I’ll give you three more weeks to become full-term.  After that, would you please help mama out and vacate my uterus?!  Ok, thanks!