Bob

I think it's safe to assume that whatever ideals I have going into this whole being a mom thing, most of them will go out the window . . . and I'm okay with that. I definitely read on parenting and ask my friends and family about their experiences but the truth is, until I meet this little lady, I have no clue what I'm getting into.

I would say that the same goes with pregnancy. I have had so many friends tell me stories about the million and one pillows they slept with to try and get comfortable. Nathan and I bought a body pillow a few months back that we fondly named Bob. Bob has stayed mostly in the closet but in the last two weeks, Bob has become a staple and kind of a road block in the bed between myself and Nathan. It's kind of a love-hate relationship we have with Bob.

Bob gets my hips nice and aligned so I can sleep on my side but Bob is also large and teal.

Something happened to my body this weekend. All of the sudden I feel huge when I'm trying to go to bed. I can't maneuver like I could . . . say, last Wednesday and now Bob has friends in the bed. I think I'm officially up to 5 pillows. 5 pillows people! This is the exact scenario that I thought would never happen to me.

So here I am . . . Nathan, myself, two cats, a kicking fetus and 5 pillows all sharing a queen sized bed. Tell me you're not jealous.