For most of my life I was a sound sleeper. Like, fall asleep and wake up in the exact same position sound (although not "sleep through a fire alarm" sound). I've always been a side sleeper and for several years would lie on one side to chat, then roll over to sleep. It was a perfect system.
Then things got crazy.
I shared a bed with various sisters growing up, so sharing wasn't a big adjustment when I got married. But when I got pregnant and spent a month in Japan, my sleep life was ruined forever. I tried new things: extra pillows, back sleeping, stomach sleeping, hanging limbs off the bed. Something might be good for a night and never again.
Now after two pregnancies and babies, I still can't get back to my old side-sleeping self.
I also can't sleep anywhere but my own bed.
Over the last year Slice and I have slept on futons, guest beds, hotel beds, condo beds, hide-a-beds ... with and without babies waking us in the middle of the night. It doesn't seem to matter for me.
I get annoyed by lights, noises, covers that aren't heavy enough, pillows that strangle me (thyroid issues). Slice sleeps soundly while I toss and turn all night.
This weekend after a couple of particularly bad nights, Slice put it succinctly when he said, "It's so weird! You can nap everywhere but you can't sleep anywhere!"
Isn't that weird?