If you are pregnant – hell, even if you’re not! – then RUN, don’t walk, to your computer and order this:
I present to you what may, in fact, be one of the greatest inventions of the 20th Century,
Disclosure: I am not affiliated in any way with Leachco, makers of the Snoogle. If I was, I SHO NUFF would’ve demanded a free one to review and wouldn’t have paid $52.95 like a chump.
I can’t believe I’m so happy to have spent this much money on something I can’t wear.
I know some of you are looking at it and wondering how that thing is NOT a giant sex toy stuffed with polyfill, but it’s actually a pillow specially designed for pregnant women, who can never, ever get comfortable. Prior to purchasing this thing, I was sleeping with no less than four pillows and perfectly willing to drink the blood of virgins or sacrifice Chihuahua or WHATEVER in order to get a good night’s sleep.
And that “whatever” was pretty broad, folks. PRET-TY broad indeed.
Fortunately, Dr. Brandi told me about the Snoogle, and I whipped my debit card out of my wallet so fast I almost sprained my swipin’ wrist.
It arrived yesterday, and I swear to God, I drug the box into the kitchen, cut it open with a pair of craft scissors and laid down with it right there on the cold tile floor. I hadn’t slept worth a rat’s patootie in at least two weeks, and I was getting desperate.
I don’t know if it’s due to my dance background and the fact that my joints are significantly bendier than most people’s in the first place, numerous injuries, crappy joints in my old age or a combination of all three, but I go around these days with a general feeling of discomfort all the time. And it’s never worse than when I lay down at night to go to sleep. Between that and having to get up every five minutes (sometimes literally) to pee, I am sleep-deprived like WHOA.
Last night, I slept like a rock. It was GLORIOUS. Worth every penny.
I guess you could make one, if you were so inclined, but keep in mind that at 60 inches long, it’s almost as tall as I am. That’s a LOT of stuffing, my friends.
The only complaint I have about it is that getting out of bed to go to the bathroom – which I do alarmingly often these days – is kind of a pain. You either have to climb over it or lift it up and sort of crawl under it. It would be a lot better if I could just roll out of bed the other way, but so far, I’ve been unable to convince The Guy that him sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag is really best for the baby.
I’m still working on it, though.
As you can see here, you can use it a lot of different ways, although I haven’t tried any of those yet. Chihuahua, on the other hand, has grown rather fond of “the Donut Deluxe.”
Just call us two satisfied customers.
Your resting comfortably