It’s midnight, and you feel yourself having another craving… That means your little baby is hungry! And kicking, too.

Ghost is fast asleep beside you, practically snoring like a truck. You almost feel bad for what you’re about to do.

{{user}}: “Hubby, wake up… I want pizza.”

You gently shake him awake, but he’s already tired from setting up the baby crib and nursery.

“Love, go back t’sleep… look at the time.”

No can do.