The countdown is here. I grunt and moan in bed as I heave my body from left side to right, right to left, left to right. I sound like a pig at the Mercer County Fair.

My nighttime choreography goes a little like this--drift off 8 counts, shift, shift, shift, pee. Return to bed and nudge Shane for snoring, silently blaming him for my inability to sleep. Repeat 6 times and then wake, chipper for handling of breakfast and dressing of 2-yr old.