Apparently not everyone is like my husband and I. (I discovered this while doing a quick whip round survey at my office)
My husband and I each have our own ‘half’ of the bed, and beware the person who puts any limb in the other person’s half. Unless of course the other person is after something a little more, wink wink. Of course there has been no wink wink for a while.
I have gotten up before to measure exactly where the half way mark is to settle a disagreement.
So last night the usual argument ensued:
*Note for those non-infertiles, DH is infertility speak for Dear Husband (or Dick Head depending on your mood.)
Me: Why are you so close, you are lying in my half
DH: I am not, you are lying in my half.
Me: Am not. Let’s measure it. Lets get up and put the light on.
DH: Ok you get up, I’ll mark the spot
Me: Yeah right, I know you too well, you’ll move your hand. Get up with me.
Me: Well move up.
We really do love each other, lots, but I can’t bear any body parts touching while I am trying to sleep. My good friend and her husband sleep practically intertwined. Sounds positively horrible, plus it makes you hot. Sleep time is for sleeping. Not for cuddling.
Thank goodness I found a husband who is a non-cuddler.