Not to be confused with Bob Segar's hit song "Night Moves" or the Henry Winkler and Michael Keaton classic film "Night Shift," I'm here today to talk about night sweats.

I am a sweater. Always have been. If I sneeze, I can start sweating. Sitting up to get out of bed used to make me start sweating. We used to joke about my sweating alot, and we'd joke about it often.

But that was before the surgery and subsequent exercise.

Since then, I've noticed that I don't sweat much under ordinary conditions, or even while doing fairly active stuff.

During the day, that is. At night, it's a whole other ballgame.

Ever since my surgery in November, I've had night sweats. And I'm not talking a little bit either. I'm talking "I have to wear a t-shirt to bed and sometimes I have to change it in the middle of the night" night sweats.

If you know me well enough, you're probably saying to yourself "Hey TMLSB...are you sure you're not just pissing the bed?"

Good and valid question. But no. That's not it.

Like last night when we woke up at 12:30 (or 11:30 or something) to feed Sophia, and my entire head was soaked. Like shower soaked.

What's the deal with that?

I've asked my surgeon and my cardiologist (which was like asking a podiatrist about my scrotum, but I digress). Both said it was common and not to worry about it unless it came along with other cardiac-related symptoms.

So now it's part of my life. Sometime within a couple of hours of going to sleep, I sweat like a stuck pig and that's how it's gonna be. Which is fine. It beats the alternative of not being here to have night sweats.

Thanks for letting me share. Anyone want some breakfast?