Thanks to a generous tax return, we bought a new bed yesterday. Our current bed is only 6 years old but is also only a double and wayyyyyy too small for the 2 of us. Ducks is a cuddle monster and chases me to the very edge of the bed most of these cold winter nights. Though we don’t plan to co-sleep in the strictest sense, we will be side-carring Squeaks cot (crib) to our bed and I’m conscious that there will be nights when Squeak sneaks in with us. There is no way that the 3 of us could ever survive in that bed. In recent months, said bed has also developed the most hideous of squeaks – to the point that the tiniest move wakes up the whole house. Rolling over is and event and sex in that bed is simply out of the question!
No one told me about the extent of pregnancy insomnia. I certainly never expected to have it from so early on but it’s honestly been 15 weeks since I’ve had two decent nights sleep in a row. I was never a puller of all nighters – not for study nor for partying. I never thought I’d be so well acquainted with 2am – 5am but alas, I am. It’s a strange paradox because there aren’t many nights where I can stay conscious much beyond 8pm either. If only there was some happy medium. That said, aside from the exhaustion, I’m feeling pretty darn great and not at all entitled to complain. I love my pregnant pedestal and my emerging belly. I love that despite the wearyness, people tell me that I’m glowing. And I really love the little feet that keep butting my insides. For a couple of weeks I wasn’t convinced that it was anything more than gas or nausea but in the last week, I’ve really learned to tell the difference. It’s been wonderful and even Ducks has felt it once.
Anyway – the new bed… It’s bigger, does not Squeak and is super comfortable. Delivery won’t be for a couple of weeks because we’re having some drawers built in (yay for storage!!). Until then, I’ll be counting sheep and putting all my faith for a good nights sleep into our new bed.