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.
