Why? Why? Why?
Last night, the cramp fairy came along and hit me with her little sledgehammer. Okay, fine, that happens. I get up at 2AM, swallow some advil and stare at the ceiling until it works. Strangely enough, I also feel very, very cold, despite it being a mild summer evening. So I put on a nice thick tee-shirt and encourage my two cats to snuggle up - as long as they stay away from my stomach!
Two hours later, I'm boiling hot. Pulling-off-clothes and throwing cats and blankets to the floor hot. My husband swears he woke up and saw steam coming off me, but I think he's exagerrating just a tad. But, I mean, honestly! This is the second night in a row that this has happened. I wish my silly little body would make up its mind. Now I'm all tired and cranky and have to go to work.
*Seethe*