Pregnant on a air mattress...a transitional tale...

 Okay, so moving as we all know is a total pain in everyone's ass.  Thank God for the military, no packing, no wrapping, no heavy lifting involved, right ladies?  Just point and keep a VERY watchful eye (we've had some things "magically" disappear from our first military move.)  Well moving from Florida to Virginia was especially a pain because we do not know the area at all....a lot of our friends have lived here and we always hear horror stories about the weather, the traffic the people, the housing prices. (why people feel the need to be so freaking negative..i don't know) So this time my husband decided that instead of finding a place on the internet like we did when we moved to pensacola, we would go ahead and move to Virginia, crash at his brother's three bedroom house (he's is also in the Navy) that way we would save some money and "learn the area". HA..."learn the area"???  (i should have known that was code for "i just wanna hang out with my big brother".) 

So here we are, we've been here a little over a month, i think we've only seriously looked at one apartment (which turned out to be the same apartment his older brother lived in with his ex-wife years ago...nice place but i think it's has bad juju.) in newport news.  Now this wouldn't be a big deal if my baby girl and i had a comfortable place to sleep at night.  Okay heres the set up, Derek (hubby's older brother) is single, he's got a three bedroom two and a half bath town home in yorktown, he just bought a nice big comfy bed for his room.  My hubby (who shall remain nameless) sleeps down stairs on the big comfy sectional couch.  While Lydia and I are upstairs on the dreadful air mattress.  All I can say is "Oh EEEM GEEE!!!!"  (Ladies, close your eyes and take a walk with me down pain in the ass lane!)  I'm six months pregnant on a freaking air mattress, how funny is that?  Can you just imagine my round belly trying to get off that thing fifty million times a night to go pee without waking up Lydia?  Not to mention every time she moves it throws me out of position.  And then there's that new plastic smell that comes along with it! EEECk! And i think my husband over inflated the damn thing cause there's a giant boob in the middle of it.  Now some of you may be wondering, 'why not sleep of the big comfy sectional downstairs', and my reason is this...its leather...LEATHER...think about it, pregnant...sweaty....oily woman on a leather couch...in the words of Dora the Explorer "NO BUENO".  I find myself feeling a little green with envy every night before bed when Derek goes to get in this big comfy bed and I'm stuck on the air mattress...my back, my hips, and my sanity are all at stake here people!  I'm anticipating being on this air mattress at least another month or so.  My  mother says until I'm off the air mattress i shouldn't cook or clean another damn thing for anyone. (her words not mine).  I guess maybe I can be a "little trooper" and hang in there a few more weeks...hopefully sleeping on this damn pool toy won't cause any permanent damage...all I know is I have a birhday comming up and if I dont get a pregnancy massage (from a professional) there WILL be hell to pay...