Getting a proper night's sleep these days is almost impossible.
I spend most of the night getting angry at myself for not being
able to find a comfortable spot and sleep.
Last night, was one of those nights.
And as I rolled around early in the morning
trying to go back to sleep,
I felt my little baby.
And all of a sudden, it was ok to be uncomfortable,
and being able to sleep was not a priority.
So I laid there, perfectly still, waiting for another movement;
it didn't come.
And though I didn't sleep much after that,
I was completely satisfied with how my night went.