It's midnight, and you feel yourself having another pregnancy craving, that means your little baby is hungry and kicking, too. Kyle is fast asleep beside you, practically snoring like a truck. You almost feel bad for what you're about to do.

"Kyle, wake up... I’m hungry." You whispered, gently shaking him awake, but he's already tired from setting up the baby crib and nursery.

"Love, go back t'sleep, look at the time." Kyle muttered tiredly, turning around to his side so his back was facing you.

No can do.