A pregnancy wedge. Ahhh! Who would have thought that this little pillow, shaped like a slab of cheese, would be my salvation? Life is good, nights are even better. I take it everywhere: the car, the front room, and after last week, this little bad boy is going to church with me, too. (This isn't the one I have. Mine looks more like a triangle.)
Now all I need to make my life perfect would be for the dream I had last night to come true: my insurance company would call me and tell me that there has been a mistake and for some reason, my account has a surplus, so they would like to pay for laser eye surgery before August of 2009. Imagine, being able to see when you wake up! Unfortunatly, I think asking for more than the pregnancy wedge from the gods would be pushing my luck. Oh well. Glasses I can handle. Heavy baby-belly I cannot. I am happy.
I need to invest in one of those, I have just been stuffing are extra pillows between my legs at night.
ReplyDeleteI haven't been blogging lately but I'm glad I stopped by yours tonight. I love this post and the one before about the things you have learned. I'm sure like every woman who has ever been pregnant- I totally related. Thanks for the laughs before bed.
ReplyDeleteI love the wedges too. I couldn't believe how much relief they brought when I was pregnant with Clark:) I am glad you found it!
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