I'm with you there Lush i hate having to do that, Monday night / Tuesday morning just gone i was in Scotland on the edge of a loch cocooned inside my sleeping bag inside my midge proof sleeping net and the call of nature woke me up about 5am, i lay there for an hour trying to convince myself my bladder was not going to burst, eventually i accepted i had no say in the matter and reluctantly unzipped my bag, put my footware on loosely squeezed out from under the midge proof net closing it up behind me and went for a tinkle, just me in my boxer shorts and shoes and a million midges and the first light of dawn, the release of fluids was rapid and i turned to get back under my tarp and into my net at which point i tripped on my ridge line peg ripping it out the floor and collapsing my tarp at one side as the walking pole toppled over, the midges thought it was christmas with my big white exposed body glaring in the twilight and they attacked in their millions on every bit of bare flesh, by the time i got the pole righted the ridgeline taught and the peg back in the ground i was being savaged mercilessly, i got back under my midge net and turned on my bed lamp and the midges on my body were visible and also flying around inside my midge-proof cocoon, i spent a good 30 minutes trying to kill them all thinking i had won the battle dropped back off to sleep, i am sitting now with midge bites like welts everywhere except where my boxer shorts were (thank the gods of mice and men for small mercies).
I think what i am trying to say is yes i too hate having to climb out of my sleeping bag in the middle of the night