I wish I knew what Snoogle’s last name was so I could practice writing it with my first name(s).
Well, I’m in Memphis. With an almost four month old baby on my lap as I type this. Oh, you don’t believe me, ye-of-little-faith-in-my-ability-to-care-for-wee-children?
There you go. Real-time picture of a blog post being written whilst holding a baby on my knees. I believe we call this the art of multi-tasking.
Well, until he spits up on me. Then we’ll just call it the art of handing him back to his mama.
I’ve not even been here 24 hours so far, but already have plenty to tell you, of course. Sadly, all my fun stories will have to wait ’til Monday because I have something FAR more important to share with you: I have decided I don’t need a husband.
Now, I know this may come as a shock seeing as I’ve written about wanting a husband in every other post on this blog a time or two. But that’s just because I had never slept with a Snoogle until last night.
What’s a Snoogle, you may ask? Observe:
For the record, the Snoogle is the large, C-shaped pillow not the wee child laying with it. Her name is Cadence but I guess you could call her Snoogle if you really wanted. But let me check with her mama first before I give permission for the name change. She might have an opinion on her firstborn being renamed Snoogle, though one can’t deny it has a certain ring to it.
Anyway, here’s how my Snoogle-love began. For the last three years, as all my friends have been having babies, all I have heard is “I love my Snoogle!” and “I could sleep with my Snoogle for the rest of my life!” So, knowing that Christan had a Snoogle left over from her recent pregnancy, I asked if it might be allowed to join me on my air mattress last night.
I know that might sound a little odd, but listen, I’ve heard so much about the Snoogle that I just had to try it out for myself, even if I’m not, um, actually pregnant. Christan happily passed the Snoogle my way and even showed me how to properly situate it around myself whilst laying on said air mattress. It was the closest I’ve come to having someone tuck me into bed in years and, for the record, I LOVED IT.
Listen, I’ve told you before: physical touch is my love language though I’ve begged God to change it. A girl has to be careful when she’s rocking the physical touch love language, after all.
I am here to tell you that I had THE BEST SLEEP OF MY LIFE with that Snoogle. The whole thing kind of wraps around you and, though I have never actually slept with a husband, um, wrapped around me, I have a very active imagination and am quite sure it was pretty much the same experience as having the love of your life spooning with you all night. Well, other than the fact that the Snoogle didn’t have morning breath when we woke up this morning. Yet ANOTHER reason to skip a boy and go straight for the Snoogle, no?
I am a very active sleeper and by “active sleeper” what I’m trying to say is “If I am in bed with you, we WILL be cuddling whether you actually want to or not.” I mentioned yesterday that I spent a bunch of weekends sleeping at my friend Cara’s house whilst in my last out-of-town dating experience; the poor girl had to literally PUSH me off her during the night on multiple occasions. The worst part of it is that I have no idea I’m doing it in my sleep so I couldn’t even stop myself if I tried.
Of course, in all honesty, it isn’t like I would actually try to stop even if I could. I’m a fan of cuddling, snuggling and spooning even if it does cause all my friends to draw straws to decide which one will be forced to sleep in the same bed with me on overnight trips.
The best part of my Snoogle news is that Christan offered to let me have the Snoogle! I, of course, tried to argue her generous offer by asking if she was absolutely sure she wouldn’t want it to sleep with again in the future seeing as, when the Snoogle goes home with me on Sunday, he won’t coming back.
What can I say? I don’t like to share my man.
She said that I could take it because, even though she’d still like to sleep with it, her husband banned it from their bed after the baby was born. In his defense, Joey said “Well, of course I did. I want to be her Snoogle!” Who knew that a Snoogle could pose such competition in the marriage bed?
I’ll tell you one thing I do know, however. That Snoogle has found a new home in this single girl’s bed and he won’t be leaving anytime soon.
Okay Amy Beth, I need a visual on how one wraps the Snoogle around onself. THe little dangly-looking thing at the bottom looks like it should rest between your legs? (Yes, that sounds bad. No, there’s not a better way to rephrase it). Is there a demo video in the works?
MUST GET ONE…. & that would be WAY better than a husband… they breath on you & make you hot & snore in your ear… Snoogles are quiet & comfy… MUST HAVE ONE NOW!
Where do u buy 1 of these?! i have a husband but i think i need one of these too…anxiously awaiting the buyers guide!
So, this might be kind of strange for you to explain… but how exactly do you sleep with a snoogle? Like, do you wrap yourself around it? I’m sure it’s amazing, but I just can’t picture it.
My husband is so much more bony than the Snoogle. Man, I loved sleeping with that thing. He, too, has banned it in my postpartum state.
For above commenters: the larger curly part is your pillow. If you’re pregnant, you rest your belly on top of the middle. And the smaller curl goes between your legs (which is supposed to ease back pain). I like the hug onto something during the night, so I wrapped my arms around the big part too.
Yes, husbands are fun to snuggle with. But I’m with Rebecca on this one. Do you remember that scene in “Say Everything” where John Cusack and Ione Skye are wrapped around each other in a TWIN BED? Yeah, that only works in real life for about five minutes. And then you’re hot and sweaty…and not in a good way. In addition to that, bad breath and snoring, husbands kick in their sleep sometimes. I’ve heard…
I had no idea such a thing existed but I am incredibly jealous that you now have one! I am exactly the same with you and the physical touch thing. I hate my empty bed.
Do you think they ship these things to South Africa? Haha!
I’m so happy for you and your snoogle. I’m sure you’ll have a long and happy life together.
Brandon calls my snoogle my “second husband.” Sometimes I have to remind myself to snuggle with him (because, lets face it, the snoogle doesn’t get sweaty and have morning breath).
I’ll trade you a husband for the snoogle if you swear it won’t snore. No, seriously. Just consider it, okay?
I am laughing so hard AB. This is my favorite post EVER!!!!! You and your snoogle….omg, you are FABULOUS! So glad Christan gave it to you.
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I have a husband and I have a snoogle. And every night, I curl up with my snoogle and go to sleep. My baby was born 4 months ago, but I’m not giving up my snoogle! Luckily, my husband understands and doesn’t take it personally.
Oh my goodness…my friends call me their little snuggle buddy. I love to cuddle. And, seeing that the Lord hasn’t revealed my cuddle buddy to me, I’m thinking I should invest in this snoogle. Where can I get said snoogle?
PS…If you ever find yourself traveling through the Atlanta area and need a place to stay, leave the snoogle at home…you can cuddle with me!
It’s a good thing they didn’t have Snoogles back when I was in college; I may never have gotten married.
Haha! This is too funny. I have a snoogle that I used with my 2 pregnancies and my husband hated it because it was in his way. He only allows it in the bed when I am pregnant.
I liked using it wrapped behind my back instead of in front. It helped me sleep on my side all night.
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