TAKING THIS SHIT LYING DOWN

Since I can remember, I have always fallen asleep on my back and woken up on my back.  What I do in between is up for argument.  Typically, it includes tossing and turning, some nightmares and off the chart dreams.  Lately, it includes waking up to use the bathroom and drinking more water to soothe my Gobi-dry throat.  (Let's just say that last night was a 2.5 water bottle night.)

Per one of my pregnancy books, now that I have progressed to the 16th week, the time for back sleeping is done.  I'm no slacker, though.  I have been trying for a few weeks to learn to sleep on my side.  As it turns out, this is like learning to breath underwater.  Through gills I don't have.

I have found that I can sleep on a 45 degree angle.  It's somewhere between sleeping on my side and sleeping on my back.  With the aid of enough pillows, I can ensure that I don't cut off necessary blood flow to the Spitfire.  Right.

Thankfully, the Hub ordered one of these bad boys for me . . .

In theory, it will make all of my sleeping woes go away.  It provides a long support beam that will prohibit me from rolling onto my back.  It is cushy for my ever-growing belly.  And. . That's really all I've got.

Who wants to bet that I'll end up chucking it across the room in the middle of the night?  I'm sure the dog will be happy to re purpose it.  She seems to like stealing pillows for her own comfort.

Either way, I'm happy to try if one of the outcomes is better sleep.