Sam climbed into bed with me around midnight and spent the next two hours whimpering and kicking. It eventually woke Will up, and he suggested I move Sam to the middle of the bed so we’d both sleep better. Only doing so woke me up enough that I eventually had to get up because it was that or wake the boys up by crying over how uncomfortable I was.
I really hate this part of pregnancy. It makes no sense whatsoever for the last month or two leading up to the birth to be this sleep-deprived. Not to mention sore–the extra weight and pressure on my pelvis is starting to make everything else difficult.
Today is a day to be thankful, but I’m going to need to be grouchy for a bit first.