I love my baby S. Love her, and the baby she's carrying for us. But Preggo S. is different. My old baby loved sandwiches for lunch and despised leftovers. Preggo S. is the opposite, refusing to eat bread unless it's an accompaniment to a meal, and only choosing leftovers the next day for lunch. Also, Preggo S. has trouble sleeping. I feel horrible for her. She tosses and turns, and between me, the animals, and her growing discomfort , she can't get any rest. I awoke in the very early morning hours today to find that my pillow had somehow been swept off of the bed out from under my head in what I'm sure was as fit of unrest by S. between her eight minutes of sleep.
So tonight we're switching it up. I'm up and can't seem to settle down, and she's sleeping soundly in our bed. The dog is probably still being a bed hog (or "bed dog," as we call him on these occasions), so I think I'll finish up this post and let her have a peaceful night's sleep for once as I slip into the guest room for the night.
Anyone try the Snoogle? I think we're at the point of needing one. But I haven't figured out how S. is going to now share the bed with me, the dog, the cat, and a giant, ergonomic body pillow, all in a mere double (not queen) bed.