Dec 06, 2010 08:41
I think I'm getting attached to my couch. Had you asked me a couple years ago if I could ever imagine sleeping on it I'd have given you the crazy eye. Alas, my bed seems lost forever out there in delivery land. If it doesn't arrive tomorrow I'm canceling the order and going bed shopping at a place that will allow me to bring my new bed home with me the day I buy it.
But back to my couch. I used to sleep on my stomach. This sleeping position is probably what caused me to dislike pregnancy. The very first night after I gave birth I would flip to my stomach and sigh in ecstasy. However, as I aged that old basketball injury got worse and worse. I've blogged about the numerous times my shoulder has popped out of socket. Sometime after the near-drowning incident I had to force myself to give up my stomach-sleeping habit. It took a long time to overcome it, including a few mornings of waking up and trying to bring my arm from under my pillow only to have it jump out of its socket. That left me stranded in some sort of pretzel position trying to avoid vomiting while my husband fretted over the inability to help me.
So I gave it up. The only other position I could sleep in was the only other position I'd been forced into during the three pregnancies: on my side with a pillow under one bent knee. I hope arthritis doesn't show up in my hip which will prevent me from sleeping in this position later on down the road. *sigh*
Had I not given up the stomach sleeping position I would never have been able to sleep on my couch. At last, I'm finding myself happy to've kicked the habit. ;-) My couch is a very toasty thing full of comfort. See, I don't purchase furniture with the thought of it looking fancy or fashion perfect. I strive to make my home look inviting. A place where a guest will come in and release a breath of tension. A place where they can feel welcome. I just never realized until I started sleeping on it how very well I accomplished this with my couch. ;-p
Don't get me wrong, I will not be sleeping on it when my bed finally gets here. But I'm okay for the time being. At night, after everyone goes to bed, I snuggle up under my blankets and gaze at my Christmas tree. Sort of peaceful.
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