I had another rough night Sunday night.
[You know the kind you have at over 9months pregnant.]
...and everyone knows the momma sets the tone in the house for the day, and yesterday [Monday]
Well after being awake for most of the night the only tone I was wanting to set was an unpleasant one sounding like me snoring and whimpering in my attempts to find a spot in the bed to get some sort of sleep in.
So I claimed a corner of the queen-sized comforter, stuck my body pillow in between my legs, and cuddled in bed [pretty much all day] with these guys:
My favorite man, my favorite little girl, my favorite Labradoodle, and my favorite fetus [who feels like he could rip his way out of my stomach at any second] in the whole wide world.
It was a nice, lazy day aside from not being able to eat or sleep. I suppose if you have to spend a day sick in bed it's at its best when you've got these guys hogging the pillow space.