Its been a rough week in the Allan household. Maybe rough is a mild way to put if you ask my husband. I've been pretty level headed and calm this pregnancy. No weird freak outs..ok, maybe one or two, no crying fits, and no hormonal breakdowns..I really hesitate to even write that...just a note..just like you should never slide in that comment that a woman is in a bad mood because "it's that time of month"...when a pregnant lady is in a bad mood..don't blame it on hormones. It's probably something you did to piss off any person..pregnant or not.
But..the tides turned this week in my house. I think it started off with a small growth spurt. the picture on the right is my work bathroom portrait last week...the picture on the left is my work bathroom portrait from this week.
Couple that with my precious Elchim professional hair dryer breaking on me one morning. That, along with the lack of sleep, sent me into atomic meltdown mode. Poor Mr. Allan didn't know what to do..I think he may have promised me a new hair dryer made of gold to get me to calm down! So, after rising between 4 and 5 am every morning, watching so much of my early local news morning show that my Facebook statuses at 5am began to critique the weather lady's outfits and hairstyles..it was time to take action.
I didn't want to go here...I was dead set against the enormous $70 pregnancy pillows. 1) they're huge. We have a queen bed. We're both pretty decently sized people at almost 5'8 and 6'2. We sleep with 3 cats. I was convinced there was no room for this 3rd party in my bed every night. 2) They're so overpriced as they're geared towards the sleepless pregnant ladies who will probably pay $100 a night for a good night's sleep. This is coming from the lady who just spend $150 on a new hairdryer...so I'm not sure why I was having such an issue with $70 for a pillow.
But, I succumbed. After a week of crappy sleep, the Snoogle came into our lives.
When I got into bed with my new friend Snoogle, Mr. Allan cracked up and called it the Snookie. Then he decided it should be called the Snoodle because it looks like a noodle. He had me in tears when he asked if I was going to wear a Slanket or Snuggie with the Snookie once the cold weather got here. It was somewhat awkwardly shaped, it did take up a lot of room, the cats did have to readjust, and my husband knows if the Snoogle is in bed with us there's no way with all that stuffing between us that he'll ever be able to touch me again. On the bright side...one of my cats just slept on the Snoogle with me making a little extra wiggle room and I'm in the best mood I've been in all week because I slept for at least 5 hours straight last night. I need to kick the almond milk and ovaltine craving and did learn that having it at 9pm results in at least 3 trips to the bathroom during the night. So, Snoogle...you were worth the wretched $70. I hate you but love you all at the same time.