The Perfect Storm

Last night was rough. It made me think about the guy we met at Alan's wedding who told us his wife slept in a chair the last two months of her pregnancy with twins.

1. Even though the AC was down to 65, my personal heaters were on high and I was sweating my ass off.
2. For some reason, I could hear my pulse in my right ear making it really hard to fall asleep.
3. Since I have been sleeping on my sides, my shoulders are killing me when I lay on them.
4. When I finally did fall asleep, I woke up for my snack/bathroom break and when I looked down, I saw what seemed to be a third boob. Apparently, Bay-bee had shifted up into my lungs (no wonder why I was having problems breathing) and her head was poking out. Try falling back asleep after seeing that.
5. To top it all off, I am 99% sure I have acquired an allergy to Simba. Every night my nose stuffs up the minute I lay down in bed. Last night I tried rolling over and went face first into the fur ball sleeping on my pillow. I thought my head was going to explode and cause serious damage, but how can you get mad at the cute fur ball cuddled up right next to you?