Yes, I'm coming to you live at 3:55am. Just woke up, and as if the double whammy of being 9 months pregnant and then falling and feeling like I got hit by a Mack truck just wasn't quite enough - I'm sick. As in, two golf balls lodged in my very sore throat sick. So, as far as sleep goes - three strikes and you're out. Between the combination of the above, I just can't get comfortable. I guess it's just good practice for when Liam arrives, let the sleep deprivation begin!
In the meantime, you get to hear me complain in the wee small hours of the morning now. :)
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