Day 67

Sitting up in bed with horrible heartburn, but as long as I'm sitting up straight, I don't feel like I'm having a heart attack. Cale's over here snoozing, Gray is relaxed, the dogs are asleep, and here I sit...

I always have the strangest thoughts when I'm awake like this. Tonight, for example, I'm contemplating taking the pack and play down so I don't have to climb over it for the next month. It could happen. It very well might happen. 

Can't seem to get this heartburn to go away, and can't seem to get comfortable, but I'm having a hard time holding my eyes open. 

Love you. Hope you're sleeping well. Night, my love. Muah.