My husband sleeps like a log. A giant, dead-to-the-world, grumpy-upon-awakening log. As I haul my ever growing belly out of bed for the umpteenth time and make my way to the bathroom AGAIN, I look at him laying there and I long for the days where I too used to sleep like a log.
I find myself ridiculously thirsty at night… which seems cruel given how often I have to pee during the night hours. One night I stood next to the bed gulping down sips of water from my one liter jug. My husband angrily says, “You sound like a slobbering pig! Try to be considerate because I need to get some sleep!”
Whoa there, little buddy! I could have easily held a pillow over his face at that point. Ok, ok, I jest.
This morning I asked him about his comment. He couldn’t believe he said that. But he found it hysterically funny.