Saturday, September 20, 2008
I'm what you would call a "heavy sleeper". My eyes are sealed shut as soon as my head hits the pillow (sometimes before). Usually I'm awakened either by a screaming alarm clock, or Tia yelling "Christopher!!!!", amplified x 10. I can sleep anywhere. The car, the couch, the dentist, in a kitchen chair, standing, walking, in space, on top of a volcano, well you get the picture. And unbeknownst to me, I gasp for breath like I'm dying and chomp my lips like Mr. Ed when I'm asleep, driving Tia absolutely insane (who, when it comes to sleep habits, is directly opposite of me. She sleeps like a Marine in a combat zone). So last night I slept on the floor.
Can I just hear it for the proud husbands of the pregnant, who crawl out of their comfy beds at 2am, lay their pillow down on the carpeted (or in some cases hardwood) floor, and settle their aching backs down to sleep without a complaint? I know I'm not the only one. We've actually got a queen sized inflatable mattress that was permanently installed in the bedroom for a month or so. That was almost as comfortable as the actual bed. But last night the air bed was in the new baby's empty room, and I was tired, so... the floor it was.
*The nest* is a combination of about 900 pillows my pregnant wife surrounds herself with to provide comfort for her growing aching... well, her aching everything. One pillows goes in front, underneath her heaving belly and bosom. One goes behind her, to support her sore back. One is cuddled between her arms and face (that used to be my spot until she realized my breath was stinky. You never notice bad breath until you live with a person.) And the final one, a full length body pillow is placed between her legs for some damn pregnant lady reason.