Very poor night of sleep. Annabelle has a cold and she was blowing snot all opver the place. Thatch has a need - I'm not complaining - to be near me, but he has this penchant that, whenever I get up for a bathroom break or a glass of water, he moves to the spot where I was lying, so I have to move to a new sleeping position. Last night, Stella decided that she needed to sleep with me as well, so it was a crowded bed.