Ugh. Lots of congestion tonight, plus my husband set the temperature on the space heater in our bedroom at 75 degrees. I woke up sweating and couldn't figure out why until I got up to get a drink and use the restroom. Good grief man, do you not remember I am nine months pregnant?
As much as I hate being up at night (because it means I will either be tired later in the day or I will have to sleep in and lose valuable errand-running time), I enjoy the quiet and alone time. I know it won't be long until that is a thing of the past!