“Pull my toes!” I screamed to Mark while lying in bed the other night.

No, it’s not a kinky bedroom fetish I have.  Thanks to the babies growing in my belly, I have just entered the wonderful world of leg cramps.

They can strike at any time, but they seem to like to sneak up on me in the middle of the night.  After tossing and turning, trying to find that one comfortable position that will allow me to drift off to sleep for a good two to three hours (before I have to get up to go to the bathroom, yet again!), I am rudely awoken by a pain that I can only imagine compares to child birth.*  (Note * that last sentence was written by someone who has not yet experienced child birth.)

The cramp curls my toes and seizes my calf.  In agony, I kick my leg straight into the air and yell to Mark, “Pull my toes!”

I used to be able to reach my own toes, but my ever-expanding belly now makes it mandatory to ask for assistance.

Mark, the good man that he is, obediently grabs my toes and flexes my foot.  Slowly, the spasm eases and I am able to relax back into bed.  After a few minutes of tossing and turning, I am finally comfortable again.  And finally, it’s time to drift off to sleep…

Nope… now it’s time to go to the bathroom.

And the cycle continues.