How Do I Love Home? Let Me Count the Ways, Part 1

My Bed. After eight nights of sleeping on assorted hotel beds, air mattresses, and sofas, all of which I was very thankful for and in no way disdainful of, I was very eager to get home to my bed.

I LOVE my bed. We're talking true love, here, folks. This bed - I am just a little bit ashamed to admit, cost us way more than it should have, but oh it was so worth it. When we got married, we lived in a furnished apartment and slept on an old broken down in the middle double bed. We were poor and young and dumb and skinny and oh-so-in-love, and slept like spoons in a drawer anyway so it didn't matter to us that the bed was so small and gave poor support. Heck, we even slept on a twin bed together once while traveling, but that's another story. I went through two pregnancies on that crappy little double bed crammed into one corner of a bedroom barely big enough to contain it- isn't it funny to look back on the crazy things you do and endure when you are young and don't know any better?

When Tom got his first job out of college and we moved to California and were forced to actually purchase furniture, we upgraded to a Queen size. It seemed HUGE to us. It wasn't a great bed -- in fact now that I know better it was a pretty cheap bed, but we were too poor to afford better and still young and pretty dumb and fairly thin and it was good enough. In truth I was never happy with that bed, and after going through one and a half more pregnancies and waking up with backaches every day, in the middle of my last pregnancy I woke up one morning and instead of saying "good morning my handsome prince" to Tom, I said: "I want a new bed. I want one of those Swedish DUX beds. And I want it today." And Tom, by this time being a battle scarred married man of nine and one-half years, and who was wise enough to know that a husband who wants to have peace in his home does not say no to a pregnant woman, took me bed shopping that very afternoon.

Now those of you who don't know what a Dux Bed is, if you really want to know the details you can follow the hyper link. Or you can just take my word for it that it is a wonderful bed. It is an all-in-one unit, with the box spring incorporated with the mattress springs. This sounds kind of cool until you try to move the thing around narrow hallway corners - it's an unweildy beast, and I am still amazed that we ever got it into our basement bedroom where it now resides. We have to live in this house forever because I don't think we will ever get it out again.

When I lie down on this bed, the springs give in all the right places and cuddle me gently and so comfortably that sometimes I sleep the entire night without turning over. This is what happened last night. I lay down on the bed in my bathrobe, with all the lights still on, and that was the last thing I remember until my eyes opened this morning at 8 am. I only got out of bed because my bladder was making threats of an alarming nature. So I reluctantly got up to take care of that annoying bodily need, and then I got back in bed again. For three more hours. Ahhhhh.....

Did I mention that I love my bed?

Oh, and there was one other thing I loved about sleeping in my bed last night: Tom slept in it too. But since I promised him that there would be no more racy posts on my blog, I'll just leave it at that. Ahem.