Funky feathers?
Okay so the bed solution isn’t working out so great. I slept on the couch last night.
There were a few elements leading up to the move from bed to couch though, none of which seem directly related to the new feathers:
- Heat. It was warmer than normal last night and with the down comforter, full-coverage pajamas and space heater, I was downright toasty. But I didn’t realize this was part of the problem until I moved.
- Breathing. Brad is a loud breather when he sleeps. He doesn’t usually snore, he just… breathes loud. And rhythmically. It’s like Chinese water torture when I’m trying to fall asleep—I go insane from the rhythm of the breathing.
- Jon & Kate. I watched Jon & Kate Plus 8 just before going to bed, and for some reason they invaded my thoughts. I couldn’t turn my brain off from thinking the stupidest things. Like which of their girls’ names did I like best? Which of the boys names? What names would I choose if I had sextuplets? Would I dress them alike? Would I even have time to dress them at all?
After a couple hours of tossing and turning, I gave up and went to the couch where, oddly, I slept great through the night. But now I can’t figure out what the problem is. It could be that even with the featherbed, our mattress is just too hard. Or it could be that the featherbed is making things worse. Or maybe it’s been my beyond perfect pillow all along. Maybe it’s just my body, or maybe it’s mental. Maybe there’s no solution, and this is my life forever.
It’s only been two nights with the featherbed though, so I’m not giving up yet. And if all else fails, I’ll just move the couch into the bedroom.
January 29th, 2008 at 2:39 pm
Oh no! I was really hoping this would help.
It’s weird. I haven’t slept well the past two nights. My mind is racing with random thoughts so I can’t fall asleep and, when I do, I don’t feel like I’m actually sleeping.
Sunday night, Trint had the same problem. We kind of take turns taking the couch because he snores….LOUD and I’m a light sleeper. It’s just a bad combo. He came in the bedroom around 3:30 in the morning and I was wide awake. We laid in bed and talked. Weird.
I think my problem, though, is lack of exercise lately. *praying for a treadmill*
January 29th, 2008 at 3:55 pm
Totally random, but … I LOOOOVE John & Kate Plus 8!!! Since the writer’s strike, it’s the only show I actually make it a point to watch.
January 29th, 2008 at 4:26 pm
Oh noes! Bad beds are the worst.
I’ll be sending you good bed/sleeping mojo.
January 30th, 2008 at 1:40 am
: ( poor you … i know for sure a feather bed would, well, it would likely kill me ~ allergies and asthma and all but it sounds so decadent and lovely, am so sorry it didn’t work … me, i like a hard bed with a load of covers weighting me down in a room that is kept cool … hope you find your sleep fairy soon, xox
January 30th, 2008 at 8:38 am
I have difficulty sleeping most nights and I hate it! I toss and turn alot and its like whatever I’ve had to drink throughout the day stores itself in my bladder.
I feel your pain about a bad night’s sleep.
January 30th, 2008 at 8:51 pm
sleep deprivation is like the worst thing ever. i’m sorry.
to answer your question–it’s not really a secret, no. my name is katie. when william and i first started dating he called me kat, although he doesn’t much anymore. i also respond to kate, kd, and various other incarnations of my name, plus some that don’t even make that much sense (parental nicknames).
January 31st, 2008 at 12:55 am
Ugh, that sucks! A bad night’s sleep just throws off my entire day.
I hope you find a resolution soon.
January 31st, 2008 at 2:31 am
Is it still possible to go get that other bed? I swear, the higher quality of sleep will make up for any level of difficulty in obtaining a nice bed. I had to move my entire king-sized mattress set by myself, up a flight of stairs. That thing has to weigh as much as I do. It was worth it.
January 31st, 2008 at 8:36 am
Honestly, this sounds like what started to happen to me when my body betrayed me and suddenly wanted nothing but babies. It was a scary, uncomfortable, feeling, (at first) as I had planned on being a feminist writer living alone in Manhattan. This nagging suddenly turned into a full blown obsession, shortly after, and you know the rest. Up to my elbows in poppy diapers now.
Anyway, I’m doing a female body empowerment challenge on my blog, today and tomorrow. Check it out and join!