Like Father, Like Fetus

I wake up often at night, most of the time due to someone pushing on my bladder.  (Sorry, TMI, I know, but it is an integral part of the story.)

I awoke Saturday night for the umpteenth time and I grumbled to myself because it felt like someone was stretching out in every possible direction in my uterus.  One of those big, super-long, feel-good stretches.  I was less than amused. 

I then glanced over to look at Wesley sleeping peacefully in bed.  He was taking up 80% of the bed in one of those big, super-long, feel-good sleeping sprawls. 

And they wonder why I woke up grumpy on Sunday morning.