Night Fright

I am a sound sleeper.  I would never wake up in the night for any reason unless I hear a crying child.  When I am pregnant, of course, my body demands that I wake up during the night.  And when I wake up, I am HUNGRY.  Like, so hungry I can not go back to sleep unless I eat something.  A few nights ago, Austin woke up with a bad dream.  I went up to help him settle back down.  As I made my way back downstairs, I realized I was STARVING.  I pass the kitchen on the way to my bedroom and I spied the Peanut Butter Bars I had made that day.  ( A few months ago I wrote about how picky I am about treats.  I normally loathe peanut butter treats, but I make an exception for homemade peanut butter bars.)  I grabbed one and gulped it down really fast.  The lights were all off and it was probably around 1am. I needed a drink of milk to wash it down so I opened the fridge.  The milk was way in the back on the top shelf.  I pulled a few things out, and set them on the counter in order to access the milk.  I pulled out the 1% first, not to drink, but because it was blocking the 2%.  I left the 1% in my hand as I reached in for the 2%.  I was just pulling the 2% out of the fridge when Matt came into the kitchen to see what was going on.  I had not exactly been quiet in my snack searching.  I had not heard him come in and all of the sudden he spoke.  It startled me so much that I screamed and about dropped two gallons of milk across the floor.  Luckily, the lids were on tight and I had a firm grip.  It took a little while for my heart to slow down, though.  Apparently I need to learn to to quietly search for snacks in the middle of the night.  Or at least close the bedroom door.