What does it mean to sleep anymore? Apparently, not a thing. I have had the worst night. I know that I've said that a lot lately, but it's getting worse. I had the hardest time falling asleep. I think I finally passed out around 12:45 am, after nearly two hours of trying to get comfortable, then woke up at 4:30 am. I haven't been able to go back to sleep since. At 5:30 am I decided I might as well make some coffee and call it the beginning of my day. I'm quite certain I will need a nap at some point this afternoon.

I'll be much happier when the reason for waking up in the middle of the night is because Gabrielle is hungry, not because rolling my fat, pregnant arse over in bed is such a chore or because I have to use the bathroom seventeen times a night.

Are we there yet?