Even though the heat wave of mid-May is long gone and the weather has been reasonable and mild, I am constantly roasting. Every night we crawl into bed and I whine, "It’s toooo hot!"
Steve shakes his head and insists that the bedroom is actually a perfect temperature and that I simply need to quit complaining. He is wrong. Most nights I end up stripping off my sexy lingerie (aka: Steve’s ratty t-shirt from 1998 and a pair of too-tight non-maternity pajama pants) and hucking the duvet off of me onto Steve’s side so that I am covered only by a thin sheet while I soak my body pillow with the sweet sweat of pregnancy. Couple this with getting up to pee every two hours and the quality of my sleeps has greatly diminished. I have resorted to sleeping in the spare bedroom in the basement a few nights, where the air is much cooler and I can sprawl across the whole bed and not have Steve angrily slap the body pillow in the middle of the night, cursing its size and how it always ends up on his side of the bed.
I keep trying to convince Steve to hurry up and install our small air conditioning unit in our bedroom, but each summer this is a battle. He always puts it off for as long as possible, insisting that running the tiny a/c for the sleeping hours will make our utility bill spike up thousands of dollars. In truth, it costs about ten bucks a month. I think he is secretly plotting the delay of putting the air conditioner in this year since it means I am forced to sleep in the basement and he gets to enjoy the entire king size bed to himself while the dreaded body pillow and his whale of a wife toss and turn in the dungeon.
I remember when we were first married and how surpringly hard it was to get used to sharing a bed with someone. Those first few nights we both slept fitfully, disturbed by the other person’s every deep breath, snore, whistle, and movement. Getting a king size bed helped matters greatly. Now we get in our nightly dose of cuddle time and then we each roll over three times in opposite directions to assume our actual sleeping positions.
We aren’t planning on co-sleeping with our newborn baby. For me, it’s mainly out of fear that I would accidently roll over on her or smother her with one of these massive jugs. We have bought a little basinnet/cradle/sleeper thingie that we plan to bring into our bedroom for the baby to sleep in, so we’ll see how that goes. I have heard that some babies are really loud sleepers and keep their parents up with loud, mucousy snores and heavy breathing. I’m sure our dear girl will not be like that, and also that her poo will smell like cookie dough and her spit-up like roses. Also, her cry will sound like an angel trilling and she will sleep for 11 hours straight every night.
Why are you laughing?
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I’m bad at sleeping in general but I sleep better with someone there. Of course I’m single again so maybe I’ll get a dog to share with.
Hey, I wasn’t laughing…too hard. But Mark and I had the same problem. I actually haven’t slept through the night since we were married. You get used to it. I’m glad we’re not the only couple not afraid to sleep apart and still profess to love each other. I mean, sure, we like to snuggle, but when it’s time to sleep, it’s time to sleep.
Oh Amanda. I could have written that 18 months ago. It was the exact same situation, but we have a double bed and no cool basement to resort too!
Gotta love a king size bed, only when our kids were babies, Steve was the one who slept downstairs. Brooklyn used to grunt an hour before she actually woke up so she was in her own room by 4wks. I have yet to find a mom who doesn’t hear her baby in the night!
I actually use Cory as one of my maternity pillows so there’s no way he’s getting to sleep in the spare room!
We’re both tossers and turners so there’s no way we’d co-sleep with a baby. We’re putting the cot in our room like you guys and we’ll take it from there.
The last part of my pregnancy I was so uncomfortable and literally had to pee ALL the time. It will all end and you’ll be in love with your baby. Re; the whole co-sleeping thing. We always knew we wanted to, but it has been better than ever we imagined. Neither of us can even imagine getting up in the night. You guys will find what works for you. Also breastfed Babies poop doesn’t really stink and when they spit up it does smell sweet, cause breastmilk is so high in lactose.
In a few more months you’ll be looking back to this time as very peaceful sleeping.
I know it’s hard but try to enjoy it ;) It’s the last month of your lives that you don’t have a little one to disturb your nights and your naps and your quiet time and your meals and your nights out and your shower time and your cleaning time…
I think my comments might come out saracastic today as I really need a mommy vacation, but one thing I’ll echo is Kaili’s comment about the poops, up until you add solid food ofcourse!
Oh, the body pillow. Always a bone of contention around here, but of the joking kind :)
STILL CAN’T WAIT for Baby Brown!
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