I slept so well last night. Only had to get up once for the bathroom and only had to turn over four times. What, you think it is a bit strange to count the number of “turn overs”? I don’t. Not when you have to actually wake up, sit up and then spend a good five minutes finding a comfortable position to go to sleep in.
I feel pretty good for having had such a nice sleep.
On the other hand as of last night it looks like my lovely husband Brett is coming down with a cold. Which probably means the baby is about to arrive, because that would be most inconvenient for him. I haven’t seen him yet this morning, so here’s to hoping he’s rallied through the night.