On Saturday morning, I woke up after a blissful night of sleep and turned to my husband. He was blinking groggily into the sunlight, moaning that it couldn't possibly be morning already. He'd had the most dreadful night of sleep, he said. He'd slept most of the night on the couch. Freezing cold, because he couldn't find any blankets (um, did you try the linen cupboard?!).
But why, I asked?
Because.... his otherwise perfect wife had been apparently been snoring. All night, apparently. So noisily that I had forced him from the warm doona onto the cold lounge. He sounded put out.
hmmmppph. I don't snore, as a rule. The last time I snored with regularity - so noisily in fact, that it woke MYSELF up... was when heavily pregnant with Fern.
So, my loving response to Dan? Suck it up!
There's only another 12 weeks to go... until then, I'm going to snore and shift noisily from side to side and steal every corner of the doona and get up to use the loo 20 times as my God given pregnancy rite-of-passage!
Here's me, @ 28 weeks. With a slightly dodgy expression on my face. Um, I'm going for a 'minimalist' bump, this time:
What joyful, unexpected, and in any other circumstance, unsociable - trait did/ do you embrace whilst pregnant?