Conversation last night as we went to bed

Backstory: I've spent a few nights on the couch in the last couple of weeks. I'll wake up in the night, be unable to fall back asleep, and then head for the couch to see if that works any better. Usually the change of scenery is enough to do the trick. Although really, in what Sick World of Pregnant is a second-hand couch with wonky springs more condusive to sleep than an actual bed with a Sealy Posturepedic mattress purchased at Costco, land from whence all good things come? Really.

But anyway. The conversation.

GH: Do you ever wake up when I touch you in the night?

Me: Wait---what?? You're touching me in the night??

GH, rolling his eyes: Like this. [puts hand on my arm]

Me: Oh. No, I don't think I've ever felt that. I wake up when you elbow me in the face in the middle of the night, or when you begin to roll in such a way that my boob shrieks "INCOMING! UNECESSARY MAMMOGRAM ABOUT TO HAPPEN UNLESS YOU MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Stuff like that, I wake up for. Why are you touching me in the night?

GH: To see if you're still here.

Me: Awww . . . because you're worried about me not being able to sleep?

GH: No. Because if you're gone then there's room to spread out.

Humph.

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