My back hurts.

It really, really hurts.

But sometimes you just have to take one for the team, I guess.

You see, last night I slept in the recliner in the living room, something I'd never done before.

No, I didn't get kicked out, ding dongs.

I went to bed at 10:30 only to find my wife, Natalie, who is 8 months pregnant, sprawled out all over my bed, so much so that I had nowhere to lie down and even if I did, I'd wake her up. She hasn't been sleeping well lately and had gone to bed earlier than normal last night. I don't know how a 5'6" woman can fill up an entire king sized bed. But she did.

So rather than wake her, I gathered up several blankets and slept in the recliner.

That was, until my cat Sydney deemed it necessary to do a sprawling leap from the sofa onto my crotch.

Ow.

But it was worth it. I didn't wake Natalie, and despite one cat that I sent flying across the living room at near-lightspeed, I kinda slept as well.