Monday, 28. February 2011
This is not a post about the celebration of my first late-night pregnancy run (tacos from Jack in the Box and Krispy Kremes) last Saturday evening, but rather about our incredibly shrinking bed.
We have a queen size bed. Lately it feels like a twin bed. I don’t know if the timing is coincidence, but about a month ago I started to feel like Laef was on top of me (and not in the good way), thus increasing my body temperature by 25 degrees, and also depleting my oxygen supply. I used to just kick him away and he’d roll over to his side. But, now, it seems as though his “side” is the whole bed. I guess this is what happens when your limbs are giant and you are hella tall.
Issue number 1 is that his elbow is always under my pillow. He has very bony elbows. Issue number two is his legs are in my back. Issue number 3 is that I roll over in my one inch of space and my arms hang of the edge, and I often wake up once all the blood has flowed completely out of my arms.
So, anyway, I brought up the possibility of upgrading to a king-sized bed. Like, immediately. Laef was not completely against it, so this is a good start.
We were able to test what a king-sized bed would mean when I stayed with Laef at the UCLA team hotel Friday night. Get your mind out of the gutter…the only testing that was done was sleeping through the night from 11 p.m.-9 a.m. It was like we weren’t even sleeping in the same bed. It was so glorious. I realize this makes us sound 100 years old, but I will accept that.
Progress was made in moving forward with the purchase.
And then today I came to work and my coworker asked if I was OK and why I had been crying.
Um, I have not been crying.
I look like I drank the bong water.
Anyway, speaking of bong water.
As I mentioned, I stayed with Laef on Friday night as he has to stay in a hotel for home games as well as road games. I usually do not drag my ass over to the hotel because I am lazy, and he usually works until 10 p.m. anyway. But, on this particular Friday I decided to rally because I have spent the past 17 Friday’s on the couch watching Dateline, and frankly, it’s getting embarrassing.
Besides, staying at a hotel makes you feel like you are on vacation. Even if said hotel is on Sunset Blvd., 1.5 miles from your actual house. And, the only thing on my pillows at home are Laef’s elbows. Hotels have chocolates on the pillows.
Shortly after arriving, I assessed the scene. The mini-fridge was stocked to the brim with mini-patron, mini-Kettle One, mini-Bombay, among many other very fun mini things that I can not have.
Laef: “Thank God I don’t have to worry about leaving you here alone with those.”
So, he left, and after further investigation I found the treat basket. This included Snickers, Gummi Bears, Chips, etc. I looked at the chart and realized that the Snickers was $4. It tortured me all night. In an effort not to torture Laef, I did not eat it. Which is a miracle because these days I would cut a bitch for some chocolate.
Or a good night’s sleep.