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When I first met the KoH, he was living in the apartment next door to me. He was the guy who moved in last, so he got the small room and his gigantor water bed filled the entire room. Literally. And I'm not using that word incorrectly. When you opened the door, there was the bed. And. Nothing. Else. And the door didn't even open all the way before it banged into the bed. If you wanted to get to the closet, you needed to climb across the bed to do so.
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"Honey?"
"What, Alice?"
"I love the bed."
"Me too, babe. Me too."
Okay, it was four words. But I think he was just as pleased to hear them.
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Once the larvae hatched, I expected to immediately return to my long lost love, but here's another hint: Pain will not immediately subside just because you've delivered... and now?... you will be required to use those abdominal muscles to get up every two hours to nurse throughout the night. NOT making things better. So I moved the bassinet into the living room, declared it MY BEDROOM, and took up residence on the couch once again.
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I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this. Somehow, just ending with
I ♥ THE BED!!
doesn't quite do it justice (although that might make a nice bumper sticker). I guess with Valentines' Day coming up, I just had to pay tribute to the "other" man in my life.
Sorry KingofHearts, you've got competition.
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February 11, 2008 at 7:16 AM
I learned something new about you today. A water bed, eh? Who knew? Bummer that you spent your pregnancy on the couch. That had to be uncomfortable. (Boy, imagine how you can use that down the road when the Caterpillar is older and starts expressing her opinions about your parenting... Nothing like a little pregnancy guilt to whip a kid into shape!) Glad you're back in the bed you love!
February 11, 2008 at 1:42 PM
You should have included a picture of the actual bed, or as some of us like to call it, the tower of babel.
February 11, 2008 at 2:31 PM
Wow, I didn't know anybody had waterbeds anymore. :)
February 11, 2008 at 4:26 PM
I love that bed. Except that time we moved it into your latest house. That was kind of a pain in the ass.
February 11, 2008 at 6:15 PM
I'd just like to note that it's not really a competition between me and the bed...it wins, hands down.
February 14, 2008 at 5:54 PM
I'm so jealous. I haven't slept on a waterbed since a college relationship a thousand years ago. I do love my bed and my linens, but those were the days..... sigh. (found you on dcblogs, by the way!)
February 25, 2008 at 5:26 PM
Many, many years ago I had a boyfriend with a waterbed and clearly it was inferior to yours because the temperature would go wonky sometimes and you don't really want to wake up on a cold waterbed.
Trust me.
Congrats on your dcblogs listing!