Let me take you back...9:00 last night, we go to bed. (I know, seriously? Going to bed at 9:00 pm?? What happened to the days when we started getting ready to go out on the town at 9:00pm?) We're getting old...oh well. So here we are. In bed. Falling asleeeeeppp. And? Yep. Officially Asleep. Call me a happy camper. Or, in this case, a happy lion as the photos will help illustrate.
10:00, still asleep, 11:00, still asleep...12:00 sleeping and snoring...1:00...Sleeping! Hooray! 2:00...up for a quick pee AND back to sleep! 3:00...snoozing away...4:00, Wow still asleep! Yes!
And....4:04 am....OH MY GOD!!! NOT SLEEPING! I'm pretty sure by the volume and intensity of my screaming "oww! oww! it hurts!" that poor Brian must have thought I was going into labor at 4:04 in the morning. I startled him, myself, the 3 babies, the dog AND both cats!! Contractions? Nope.
THE WORST CALF CRAMP I HAVE EVER EXPERIENCED IN MY LIFE!!! God love Brian who is holding on to my leg with all his might, trying to calm me by explaining that we HAVE to stretch it out, I cannot let it flex again....He's my hero! Finally, the torturesome pain subsided after just a minute or two. (Seriously, felt like an hour!!) And I calmly apologized to all who were awoken to my early morning freak out session and suggested that everyone go back to sleep.....
Before he dozed back off to sleep, Brian tells me to make sure I have a banana when I wake up. I obviously am lacking potassium. Ok seriously, if it'll help that from EVER happening again, I'll rub banana puree all over my self.