At 4:03 a.m., I was jolted awake by a falling sensation accompanied by the sound of cracking wood. Thinking I was having yet another crazy pregnancy dream, Husband tried to calm me back to sleep; but, as I hoisted myself off our bed for a bathroom trip, I felt the bed drop and heard the cracking sound again.
Yep. The pregnant girl broke the bed. And not while doing anything fun.
Upon inspection, we realized that the sideboard of our platform bed had splintered around the metal piece that once attached it to the headboard, sending my side of the bed to the ground. While this is most likely the result of having disassembled and reassembled this bed for multiple moves and having misplaced some center support pieces that are apparently of great importance, it was nonetheless a little ironic and insulting that it was my side that broke and not that of my 6'4" husband. Really? Let the fat jokes commence...
Even though I heard this story this morning....reading it was even better!!! Just look at it this way, you will have such a great story to tell little Catherine!!!
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