Stuff My Pregnant Wife Says #3 “Babe, can you just wear socks to bed?…at least for tonight.”
As per my Friday routine, here is another post of randomness from the conversations of my pregnant wife. This one happened more recently and I knew immediately that this would make for one funny post.
My wife has a most unique approach to sleeping that was acquired from her childhood. I like to call it; “cocooning.” It is a rare habit of wrapping oneself like a mummy with the covers. This method of sleeping allows for only your nose and eyes to be revealed from under the covers. For someone to maintain this sleep pattern all night, you must stuff the blankets firmly under yourself for ultimate security from your spouse. The end result is an oven of body heat and safe protection from the villain of sleep, sunshine. This fortress of sleep solitude has been perfected by my wife. It is her heavenly place. I am not exaggerating by any means, my wife looks forward to going to sleep. But, that is for another conversation… Ha.
Anyway. Now, that you understand my wife’s love for rest, you can see how this would be heighten with pregnancy. As of lately, her method of sleeping has added another dimension. She is extra warm during the night. Don’t worry it has nothing to do with the fact that she is wrapped like a burrito in her bed. She’s only warm because of the pregnancy, or at least I am told. Her solution to decrease body temperature is to kick the blankets off her feet and turn on the fan at warp speed. This allows for optimal sleeping conditions for my wife. As for me, not so optimal. I am substantially taller than my wife, which allows for most blankets to fit my length with little to spare. For the most part, I have been gracious to my wife’s “cocooning” but as of recently, it hit a limit. See, every night I have been tolerating her “cocooning,” but it became much harder to tolerate when after a week of freezing to death in bed. She would kick the covers off the bottom of the bed and I would wake up a couple hours later, having to pee my pants and sniffling because the fan was forming icicles on my toes. I would then try to pull the blankets back over my toes, but no such luck. She had those on lockdown. Finally, after a few weeks of this routine, I told her, she was freezing me out. She responded graciously with; “Babe, can you just wear socks to bed?…at least for tonight.” I laughed for a few moments, but understood, she was serious. Serious as a mummy.
How is your sleeping habits when you or your spouse is pregnant? Are you like me, and have suddenly noticed Fort Knox in your bed?
Another night as the DaddyNoob