I have never had any problems with sleeping. Aside from the mouth breathing of those plagued with allergies, I have never sleep walked or talked in my sleep. At least not more than maybe twice in my life.
But lately, I believe that my pregnancy is messing with my subconscious. A few weeks ago, Johnny said that I turned to him in my sleep, mumbled something, laughed, patted him on the head, mumbled the same thing again and then went back to sleep.
A few nights ago, I woke up at four in the morning, covered in a blanket, on a chair in my parents' basement. A fairly complicated place to get to in the dark and while asleep.
Last night, I woke up to go to the bathroom and realized that the sweatshirt I had been wearing when I went to bed was no longer on my body and was instead on the floor of the bathroom. I have no recollection of taking it off or of even being warm enough to want to take it off.
I suppose I would rather have this happen than morning sickness...but I'm a little worried I'm going to turn into one of those people who jumps out of a window or something. At least we live in the basement.
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