Me, my stomach, and Mac

I woke up this morning around 4:00am with mild discomfort simply from being pregnant. As I was drifting back to sleep I hear a small person coming into our room- none other than my sweet two year old Mac. It is about 4:30 at this point. I know that if I just put him back in his bed he'll make a lot of noise and wake up the other two boys and Zach so I offer to lay down with him on the couch. We both waddle down the hall and take up residence on the living room couch to catch a few more Z's before Zach's alarm goes off at 5:30. I'm not exactly sure at what point Mac went to sleep, because toddlers wiggle even if they are sleeping some times, but he did eventually start sawing logs.  I know however I never actually made it back to the magical land of slumber. You see, our couch has grown narrow as of late. The three of us, Mac, my stomach and myself, no longer fit comfortably  on the couch side by side any more. One of us is too big- I'm guessing its Mac. Here's hoping he stays asleep tonight and so do I.