I know pregnant women everywhere will chant Amen when I say this: Body Pillows are the next greatest thing to ice-cream.
Why? Because if you’re not already a side sleeper, it’s IMPOSSIBLE to sleep without one! You’re not supposed to sleep on your back since the added weight of your uterus can cut off the blood supply to the baby. And sleeping on your stomach hurts. Duh. There’s a human being in there!
After two weeks of rolling around like a rotisserie chicken, waking up every two hours, and getting into fights with Jesse because I was so sleep deprived, I finally spent the $20 at Target last week and bought a body pillow.
Heaven on earth.
I told Jesse I felt like worshipping it. He told me to say it quieter so God couldn’t hear me.
It’s soft, cuddly, and something to hug while I’m sleep so I don’t accidentally kill the baby with the wrong position. That’s how dire all of the Parenting magazines make it sound. No wonder I don’t get any sleep!
This body pillow has, however, forced a decision upon us. Someday, when we finally move into a big house, we are getting a King Bed.
I’ve mentioned before how Jesse is constantly flailing all over in his sleep? This happens on a normal basis, even when it’s just his 200 pound self and my 130 pound self.
But now, I think this Body Pillow has caused him to subconciously feel encroached upon. He feels his personal space is being invaded, and he MUST. RETALIATE.
One night last week, I woke up to a giant karate chop to the nose. I had to run to the bathroom to make sure it wasn’t broken.
The next night, I got a sharp elbow jab in the chest. Yes, I woke him up to yell about it.
The other night, he took the pillow away from me.
Yup, I think we need a bigger bed. Or a mattress on the floor with his name on it. 3 people and 1 Body Pillow are too much for one bed.