If you grew up playing with Barbies, you know that 1) Barbie could never keep her shoes on and 2) Ken could never seem to keep his leg attached. Dad performed countless emergency surgeries on Ken to reattach his leg after a dance party, impromptu wedding, or motorcycle ride left his detached limb helplessly hanging in his pleated pants.
As my muscles, joints, and ligaments loosen to prepare for Catherine's arrival, it seems that my right hip has decided to no longer contain my leg. I have Ken doll syndrome, as I twist and stretch each night in an attempt to perform the same emergency reattachment surgery that worked wonders on Ken all those years. I was prepared for the weight gain, the countless bathroom breaks, and the occasional nausea followed by a need for Krispy Kreme donuts. I was not prepared for joint detachment.
So today, I purchased the Snoogle pillow as I am determined to sleep for more than an hour at a time without waking up in intense pain and with the fear that I will not be able to snap my leg into place in time for my sixth bathroom break. I'll report back soon. Hopefully, my hip will fair better than Ken's.