First off, my husband is a saint. So I'm not bashing him. But sometimes our non-pregnant counterparts can be...oblivious.

It's nearly 2 am here and sleep is nowhere in sight. I climb in bed from watching TV, hubby rolls over and asks sleepily for the time. After I tell him, he goes, "You should go to sleep."

"I can't. I'm not tired."

"You should really go to sleep. Just try."

Like, pretty sure I've tried. But your third son is dancing his pretty little feet off inside me. You try drinking five giant cups of non-existent coffee at bed time and then tell me to sleep. Sheesh.