Don't judge my marriage, but it turns out that both of us sleep better when we have our own bed. It might have something to do with the fact that my husband is 6'4". Or it could be that I am a distant relative of both Sasquatch and Chuck Norris. The real kicker is that both of us sleep stretched out. I mean diagonal across the mattress, arms out, legs out, spread eagle, the real deal. But two people can't really do that on a queen as we have discovered.
That was probably the hardest part of being newlyweds. You spend your whole life sleeping in your own bed with your own space with no one touching you or getting into your "bubble". We watch mattress commercials with couples sleeping cuddled together. They even have a slight smile on their faces. But the real honest truth is that cuddling time is great, everyone loves to cuddle, but not when you're trying to sleep.
Then I had a brilliant idea. Claire will be 6 months tomorrow and I will finally be eligible to sell plasma. I always vowed against it, but that's our spending/date/fun money. I was originally going to save up to get my hair highlighted, bushman eyebrows plucked, and toes done, but instead we decided to save up for our very own king size mattress.
My first appointment is Saturday morning. I absolutely love giving blood or having blood drawn. (I know, FREAK, right?) but I'm still nervous. I'll have to let you all in on how it goes and see if I really want to get poked for a mattress. I might just take my $30 and RUN.
[Just to Clarify: Ross and I are happily married and we love each other. We even like each other. Honest. With his surgery and waking in the night for pain meds I just got in the habit of sleeping on the futon. Really.]
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