Rolly Polley-Oh No-y!!

As anyone who has slept with me will tell you(And I'm sure MANY of you fall into that category, right?), I am a roller when I sleep. In the immortal words of Derek Zoolander: I'm not an ambi-turner. I don't turn left when I roll. Always to the right and ALWAYS taking the blankets with me.

This always results in both of us awakening in the morning with the blankets decidedly on my side and Marcelo freezing his little nuts off with only the sheet to keep him warm. However, for the past 2 months, this has changed. At night I'll start on my right side, and then maybe try to roll to the right and lay on my stomach before I go to bed. But it's not a smooth roll now. I have to make sure that my belly and boobs aren't trapped underneath me. But I'll always go back (turning to the left now! YES, Believe it!) and fall asleep on my right side. Where before I would make a continuous circle to the right and then end up on my right side again, this no longer happens.

Well, I JUST figured out why. Last night was especially bad. We went to bed at 10 pm, and I woke up at 12, 1:30, 3, 5:30 and finally for good at 7. Most of the time I woke up becuase I had to pee, but twice I woke up because I was FREEZING. I somehow had clung to the sheet on top of me, but the two blankets on our bed were nowhere to be found. I now know EXACTLY how Marcelo feels.

It was at my 5:30 wakening when I pulled the blankets from off Marcelo, bundled up and tried to turn over on my stomach. Well, seeing is how I was half asleep, I didn't plan my turn all the way through. I rolled to the right and I almost died. My belly and baby got trapped on the left side of my body while the rest of my body went right. THE PAIN!!! The most excruciating pain stabbed my belly and let me know that neither my body NOR my baby were happy with the decision I made. I had to roll back on my side and breathe through the pain for about 30 seconds.

And then I realized that I'm no longer turning all the way around in bed at night. I start on my side, roll to my back and push the covers to Marcelo's side. Then back on my side, but this time I don't take the blankets with me. Repeat over and over again. This explains why I keep waking up freezing MY nuts off, and why I no longer keep rolling around all the way. It's like my body instinctively knows what it can't do and when I try to override that instinct, it punishes me. AS WELL IT SHOULD!! It seems my instinct is the only thing that's keeping my baby safe.

Anyway, another funny story from last night: When I got up at 3 to go pee, I was sitting there and I heard Marcelo get up. I finished, then he went pee and climbed back in bed. He laid on his back, and I was on my left side curled up next to him. He goes "UGH! YOUR BREATH. Turn over!" and I was pissed!! and I was like "YOU TURN OVER!" And then I realized that he wanted to snuggle with me! I will turn over to snuggle ANY DAY. So I flipped onto my right side and he spooned right up against me with his hand on my belly.

If any of you haven't had a chance to sleep like that in a while. I HIGHLY recommend it. My only regret is that I didn't stay awake longer and enjoy it. I literally fell asleep in 20 seconds. BOOO! Who knows where spooning could've led. . .

Finally, I would like to say that I am thankful I haven't had anyone come over to my house for well over 6 weeks now. Wanna know why? Because my Christmas tree is still up!! Yup, that's what laziness, no children and a separate living room will do for you. I know that lots of you had to take down your tree or face the possibility of your kids eating the ornaments. But I don't have kids yet, and my dog is very well behaved. I think she's actually kind of a afraid of the tree, seeing is how if you get too close it will poke you. And I come in the back door, so I don't see it every day until I go up to bed. And by that time, I'm not going to take it down. I'm on my way to bed, pues!

Anyway, please continue to not come to my house. At least until I take down my tree. And who knows when that will be at this rate. Anyone want to make a bet?

Oh, one other fun pregnancy yet somewhat inappropriate story. When I woke up at 5:30, before I went to the bathroom, I realized that I couldn't breathe. I sucked in through my nose sharply and felt a nice, dry, BIG crusty booger hit the back of my throat. I immediately coughed and SWALLOWED it. In good news I could instantly breathe, but in bad news, I can now be considered a booger eater. Officially I eat my nose jewels. FANTASTIC. Let's pass that info around, shall we?