You turn to your left. You turn to your right. You pull up your leg against Oscar's hips. But you can't find some sleepy. The little baby in your belly seems to be hyperactive tonight and doesn't stop kicking. Not that it hurts you, you're used to it, but disturbing, it definitely is. And the stifling summer heat doesn't help matters.

''Can't you stop moving?'' Mumble Oscar, half asleep. His voice isn't angry at all, more slightly irritated because he can't sleep because of you.