As a dad, it’s not often that I wish I was pregnant🤰🏻(nine months of morning sickness, weird cravings and relentless swelling before having to push a human being out through your shnoo-shnee...mums of the world, I salute you ✊).
However, every night, when I see @rosie.makes
snuggling up to her @bbhugme
pregnancy pillow (a #gift
from the amazing @scandiborn
), I can’t help but feel a little...OK, not so little...a BIG pang of jealousy.
Not because I wish she was hugging me instead. Far from it - I’m a warm bod so like my own space in bed (or separate beds even, though Rosie would never allow it 🤷🏼♂️).
But rather because I WANT THAT PREGNANCY PILLOW MYSELF! It’s just so squishy and long, yet still somehow firm, giving support in all the right places (yes, even dads like their tummies supported sometimes, what of it?). And unlike my radiator of a wife, it isn’t constantly hot to the touch...oh no...it’s like sleeping on the cool side of the pillow (when you know, you know) all night long...AKA the dream!
Have I ever slept curled around said pregnancy pillow when Rosie was away for the night / not looking? Um, maybe...
Would I happily grow a baby in my tummy for 9 months and push it out through my special place (assuming science advancements ever allow it), just so I had a legitimate excuse to sleep with this dream of a pillow every night? You know what? I just think I might!
#threeinthebed #greeneyedmonster #pregnantdad #dadproblems #pregnancypillow