There is one very positive thing that has come of this, though. Last night as we were getting ready for bed, Dude suggested that we leave Belly and The Bug in their own bed until one of them woke up since they were sleeping so soundly at that moment. I heartily agreed - especially because I knew that none of us were going to have a restful night of sleep once the transfer into our bed was complete. About twenty minutes later, The Bug woke up and Dude went in to see if he could get her to go right back to sleep. I fell asleep four seconds after he got up and the next thing I knew, my alarm was going off. I sat up and I was in our bed all by myself. In the same instant, I felt bad that Dude had slept in the girls' room with the sicklets and WONDERFUL that I had just had a solid night of sleep with zero interruptions. That hasn't happened since...well...probably some time in my second trimester of pregnancy? If only it hadn't been a gym morning. I could've slept until 7am instead of 5:45am. But I'm not complaining. Nooooooo no. I still feel for Dude who is most likely stumbling through his day upstairs in that office of his, but my body feels RESTED. It's a glorious, glorious thing.