It's been a long time since I have slept through the night. About seven months in fact. But it's not like I have to stay up with a crying, hungry baby yet. So far I just wake up feeling really achy, I get up to go to the bathroom, and then I try to get settled back in bed. Now that Vladimir (or whoever he is) is kicking in a way I can feel and now that I'm getting bigger, getting re-settled in bed is becoming more difficult. I'm beginning to need to come up with some system of pillows that support my back and hips. (The other night I had a dream that I was getting sores along my hips and the sides of my legs. It's not actually true of course, thankfully.)
Anyway, a couple of nights ago, my trip to the bathroom coincided with the baby kicking me in the same place he always kicks me. It's not like it's actually getting sore, but it's a little bit tender and it's hard to fall back asleep when he does that. J was very sweet, not getting mad at me for waking him up, and instead putting his hand on my belly to feel the bumping around. Then he decided to tell the baby that it was time to go back to sleep, so he put his face up to my skin and asked him, nicely, to stop. In reply, the baby kicked him in the face.
I can't even remember if he stopped kicking after that because it was just so funny.