- Oh my word, the church pews. There is no place less comfortable. Every Sunday about fifteen minutes into the meeting, without fail, I start shifting uncomfortably (and very conspicuously). I often somehow end up laying or nearly laying on the pew, at which point I decide it would just be better for everyone if I go sit on the couches in the foyer or the rockers in the mother's room.
- I'm sprouting a weird amount of stray hairs on my stomach. Of all places... The worst is that it's on the low part of my stomach, under the bump, so I can't see it in order to shave it. I did a blind shave and just hoped I got it all. I thought I was successful but Conrad found a missed one and teased me for it. Normally a few stomach hairs wouldn't bother me, but seeing that it's summer and either want to be in a bathing suit or naked most of the time, I figured I should just do the beach-goers of San Diego a favor and try to get rid of them.
- I'm sleeping a pretty consistent ten hours a day, and I wake up every three hours to pee and get some more water. Every time I get up, the baby thinks it's time to wiggle, so I think when I add up all of the actual sleep time, it's closer to seven hours.
- I want a crib. I'm dying for a crib. Why? Not to put a baby in. Baby can stay where he is for now. I want a crib so I can put all of the
Then, after a while, he started getting whiny and wanted back on the bed. I had to allow it, but then I was cranky from discomfort and lack of sleep. So I solved my own problem by going and sleeping on the guest bed. This worked a few times, but left us lonely. There's something about waking up next to someone you like that just makes you have a better day. So Conrad started to give me guff again. Something about how we're married and shouldn't be sleeping in separate rooms, and sharing a bed isn't an option. I tried to truck it out in the
So we've been trundling for the past couple weeks (this is actually why Conrad got me the body pillow for Mother's Day; he was hoping it might make the queen more comfortable for me. It didn't). Conrad is such a good sport. He still has a thing about being on separate twin beds, but I argue that they're practically the same bed as long as the mattresses are touching. We don't have to share blankets, I get the wonderful mattress sag (which any normal human would hate), and we get to wake up together!
Now taking donations for a new king bed. Did you have major sleep problems when you were pregnant? Did they go away after you had the baby, or did your new habits stick around?