Since both C and I have had this flu, we had retreated to separate beds for the sake of hoping one of us would be able to get a full night's sleep. When you already feel like crap, it's no fun to feel like the sniffling, fidgiting and flailing is keeping someone else awake.
Last night we both felt good enough to sleep in the same bed.
Too bad I had a night terror that caused me to shriek like a horror movie starlet. And even though he knows, and I know, it can't be controlled, I still have the urge to apologize to him the next day.
Me: "Sorry about that screaming in the middle of the night business...."
C: "Sorry about that dream I had where you were pregnant."
Me: "Woah. Your's was way scarier."