I am a compulsive back-sleeper and have invaded our bed with 4 additional pillows in an effort to stop this habit. I feel for my poor DH because he is a snuggler, but is finding it difficult since he has to fight with the pillows. My mom is awesome though and is getting me a pregnancy pillow for my birthday. So, we'll see how that turns out. She has a coupon she wants to use, but it isn't good until the 29th of this month.
My LO movements are becoming stronger every day. DH can feel "lump-like movements" as he describes them when LO is squirming around. Only a week to go until we find out what gender we are having.
I have kind of a funny story to tell about DH since I have the time and a captive audience... And I'm a bit bored at work...
On Saturday he calls me from work and asks if I want to go out dancing at a country club that night.
My response: "People smoke in there. Are you serious?"
His response: "Well, K (aka SIL) wants to know if I can go, but I don't want to leave you alone."
Me: "No, by all means go. I don't care if you go out dancing. I'll have a lovely night in. Take a bath, read a book and skip ahead on pre-recorded TV episodes that you haven't seen yet! Mwhahahaha!"
DH: "Is this a trap? One of those where the woman says: 'Go', but really means 'I will hate you forever'?"
Me: "No, honestly go. My only stipulation is that you are required to strip your nasty smoke filled clothing immediately as you step through the door. You will then put it in the washer. You will then shower before kissing me, hugging me or coming to bed. These are the rules."
Long story short, SIL got drunk and didn't want to leave until 3am. DH wanted to come home at midnight. He stripped and bathed per my requirements and then Febreezed himself down before climbing into bed. He was so sore the next morning he could barely lift his right arm. I laughed. He apparently wants to start doing ball room with me again instead of country-style swing dancing. And that is my long pointless story of the day.