So, last night, after eating my entire huge black bowl full of popcorn, I fell asleep while we were watching Survivor Man. Shawn woke me up to get me to transition to the bed for sleep. I got ready for bed and slumped uncomfortably and noisily into bed. I said goodnight and then Shawn says, "Nooooo! Don't go to sleep. Then you won't be here!" I protest and say that I most definitely will still be there even if I'm asleep. "Your body will be here but you won't. You'll be asleep." So..we proceeded to talk, do a few Star Wars Madlibs, and told fictional stories about a mouse named Bertha who drank grape juice and a wolf named Cody who stole flapjacks. It was just about midnight when we finally drifted off to sleep. Sleepovers with your best friend are the best.
Well now that I have Mr. Baby Boy that's growing nice and large and hefty, I stay pleasantly (and sometimes unpleasantly warm) most of the time. So between 12:00am and 5:00am, at least three times, I would wake up to Shawn putting the blankets back on me...
Me: Shawn, what are you doing?
Shawn: Your shoulder is cold and I'm covering you up.
Me: I'm not cold, I'm just fine.
Shawn: (still covers me up)
Me: (waits a couple of minutes and throws off the covers again)
At least three times. haha It killed me! This morning when I was giving him a hard time about it he was so sweet and said he was so concerned that I was just so tired and so out of it that I had no idea what I was talking about and he didn't want his pregnant wife to be cold. Bless his heart. ;) But really. That is so sweet. And funny. To me, at least.
2 comments:
hahahahaha That is so funny and cute. Good job.
So funny. I remember being so hot, which is not like me. My temperature is still all messed up, I am always so surprised by what the actual temperature is because my body has no idea anymore.
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