Every morning for the past week, around 5am, I wake up with a desperate need to pee. Baby takes the vidange as his cue to do sun salutations. Sometimes, drunk on amniotic fluid, he'll get a bout of hiccups. I lie there, on my left side, pillow-bound, and move into the waking state.
The feeling reminds me of camping, when you wake up right before dawn, and can't get back to sleep because there's too much natural excitement buzzing outside your tent. So you get up, groggy and sore, and let all that unhinged business unfold around you.
The feeling reminds me of camping, when you wake up right before dawn, and can't get back to sleep because there's too much natural excitement buzzing outside your tent. So you get up, groggy and sore, and let all that unhinged business unfold around you.
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