Sharing a Bed

Let me just warn you, this is a very scandalous blog post. For my blog that is, because I don't tend to write scandalous stuff. I believe that prior to this, the most scandalous I've gotten was when I admitted to my eavesdropping habit or when I confessed that I kissed Angel first. My cheeks are still a little red from that one.

But I felt that anyone who has had a bed to themselves for their whole life could use a little more warning about what sharing a bed is really like before they come across that adventure in their adult lives.

Things have calmed down around here lately, but for the first few months after marriage, we had some crazy times. A few weeks after we got married, I woke up to Angel attempting to push me off the bed with all of his might. I was clinging to the edge, and immediately started yelling, "Stop! I'm going to fall off the bed!" which woke him up enough that he ceased from his mission of gaining the entire bed for himself.

Another time, I woke up because Angel hit me! Normally, we're not a very violent family, but he says that he was having a dream and he need to kill this monster so he struck out at it, but as it turned out, he missed and hit me instead. He was just as startled as I was, and kissed and cuddled me back to sleep, so I forgave him.

I haven't gotten as physical in my adjustment to sharing the room with him, but there's been a little excitement from my side as well. For a short time, Angel was working shifts that would bring him home at midnight or 1 in the morning. The first time that he quietly opened our bedroom door when he got home from work, I woke up and immediately started screaming at the top of my lungs, "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" He was laughing his head off at the same time that he was trying to comfort me and reassure me that I was safe.

After that, I think I still woke up with a shriek or a yell every time Angel tried to come in our room in the middle of the night, but it was more of the general "AHHH!" than yelling for an actual person. We are very glad that that phase of Angel's work schedule didn't last long, as it appears that I am not at all fond of people walking into my room in the middle of the night.

Both of us have been known to talk in our sleep, and we've both woken up to entertaining monologues from the other. I love blankets so they often end up all on my side of the bed, in spite of the fact that I have one blanket specifically for me that I always sleep with. Usually that's okay, though, because Angel doesn't get as cold as I do.

I think that there should just be a little more warning for the unmarried ahead of time about the prospect of sleeping in such close proximity to their beloved: just so that they would be prepared in case of a husband who kills things in his dreams or a wife who is a little too easily startled when sleeping.

Is this just us? Has anyone else had interesting times getting used to sharing a bed?