Heat Wave

I woke up gasping for breath. I was really hot, so hot that I felt I was suffocating. On top of that I couldn’t move and in my sleep-hazed mind I was convinced I was stuck in a very big bowl of hot porridge. I fought my way out of the porridge and on to the floor.

Ahhh. Coolness. Then I woke up fully and realized there was no huge bowl of porridge. I was standing beside the bed, looking at Ms. Pregnant One as she lay peacefully sprawled across 3/4 of it. The blankets and quilt were piled up over the spot where I used to be lying, and she was spread out with an arm and leg on top of those. Now I realized why I woke up so hot – I had about 4 layers of blankets folded back over top of me plus a scrunched up down comforter, along with the added weight of a pregnant arm and leg!

I shuffled off to the kitchen to have a big glass of cold water and made a pit stop at the bathroom. When I got back to the bedroom I carefully wedged myself back onto the narrow plank of mattress that I was left with, re-arranged some of the covers so I wasn’t completely smothered and tried to go back to sleep. Ms. Having-a-Baby snoozed peacefully on, oblivious to my rather cramped condition.

It’s been the coldest weather of the last 2 years and the bedroom wasn’t exactly warm. But as her pregnancy has progressed her metabolism has shifted into higher and higher gear, so now she’s warm most of the time. I like holding her hands now because her palms are always warm where before she was pregnant she’d have cold fingers. Her metabolism is so high it’s now to the point where every night for the last couple of weeks she’s sleeping for most of the time without any covers at all.

The irony of all this? She complained the next day that I had hogged all the blankets and she had to pull them off me when she woke up feeling cold!

*sigh*

I have the feeling this is just the beginning. Of exactly what I’m not sure.