It’s that time of pregnancy again. The invasion of the pillows. I’ve got the wedge pillows, the back pillow, the body pillow, and of course the normal two pillows I use for under my head. Once upon a time, our little double bed seemed huge. When Adam and I bought it, we were, ah, such romantic newlyweds, not understanding why anyone would need anything larger than a full-sized bed. After all, we spent all of our time cuddled in the middle. But now that we’ve added my belly, my three pillows, one toddler, and my restless legs, I suddenly see why separate king beds wouldn’t be big enough. And sure enough, every night in bed, I swear I can hear Sugar Face singing, “Roll over! Roll over!”
Unfortunately she doesn’t seem to realize that when I roll over, she’s the one who’s going to fall out. Good night!
