Pillow Fight

I have the strangest issues right now…all sorts of symptoms that I never thought I would have…everything from forgetfulness to the inability to drink my favorite thing – coffee.  Poor Andrew has had to endure a lot and he has been so accommodating to my weird side effects.  Lately, I have been dreading bed time.  Although most days I have to take a nap in the afternoon because I am so tired and I have been sleeping in until at least 8:00 every morning, for some reason this exhaustion is absent during the nights.  Without fail, usually between 3:30 and 5:00 AM, I have to get up to pee…I’ve been trying to convince Andrew to leave the fan out of my stumbling path and to PLEASE, at least, put the toilet seat down after his last evening trip to the toilet, so that as “blind as a bat” I am, I can at least avoid some catastrophe in the middle of the night!  I wouldn’t mind the waking up to tinkle part – if I were able to quickly fall back asleep.  However, on most occasions, I am left lying in bed, wide awake and trying to fall back asleep.  Now, this isn’t all bad.  These sleepless moments, sometimes hours, have given me the chance to share some special time with this critter within.  Often, I pray for our child and protection over the life it will soon live.  I wonder about what he/she will look like, the personality they will have, how I can’t wait to meet them and ask the Lord to develop him/her safely and in a healthy way.  I do value these times and the chance to reflect on what is happening inside me.  I look forward to “popping” a bit more so that I can really get a better feel for what’s happening.  So, that’s the good news.  There is a definite downside to all of this too, and it started a few nights ago.  I have never had any problems with pillows.  I haven’t been too picky about how they feel – not too hard, not too fluffy – but overall, I really haven’t had a strong opinion about the place I lay my head.  This, unlike my husband, who is the “Prince and the Pea” when it comes to his pillow – he can tell if I have switched, altered or washed the pillow – it is a perfect masterpiece that he has crafted into the exact right shape for his sleeping needs.  All of this was true until the other night – when, lying awake, I suddenly realized how much I hated my pillow – how it felt 5 feet high and was giving me a headache and in return making me feel sick.  I eventually threw the pillow to the floor and found the plain-old bed to be much more comfortable.  This happened two nights in a row – where I opted to lie flat on the bed rather then fight with the brick that my pillow had suddenly turned into.  Andrew, waking up and finding me like this, felt so sorry for me and couldn’t possibly see the comfort in me sleeping directly on the bed.  So, last night, he handed over his prized pillow possession, all flat and soft, and said, “I’ll just have to start crafting a new product” as he reached for a different pillow.  We both slept soundly.  J  Love that guy.