I’ve never been a good sleeper, but being pregnant really brings out the insomniac in me. It’s partly the discomfort of being the size of Oh my God, Jay, it’s a baby whale, partly the inability to roll over without involuntarily making grunting noises (and/or inducing the worst calf cramp of all time), partly the need to get water and snacks every 20 minutes, and partly a tendency to make…
