Abby and Dex.
(This is embarrassing. But true.)
At night, when I go to sleep, I tuck myself in underneath the down comforter and the blankets, I snuggle up against my husband, and I fall asleep, usually with my head about halfway on the pillow. And Chris and I sleep. For about twenty minutes.
Until the cats come calling.
Somehow, all 16 lbs of Abby the Fat Cat manages to launch onto my side of the bed. (I swear the bed lists to one side.) And instead of curling up at the foot of the bed, like a normal animal, she takes up residence on my pillow. She tries to stick her paws in my ears, she snores, and she completely disregards the fact that the pillow is meant for MY head, not her whole fuzzy body. (Usually, I end up sleeping on about 1/8 of the pillow.)
Unfortunately for Abby, things have changed in the Sparling household. Not only is there a Chris and a Kerri in the bed, but there's also a Dexcom. The Dexcom hangs from a headband that I have wound around the headboard of our bed. That way, if it buzzes, Chris and I both are certain to hear it.
And two nights ago, the alarm on that sucker sounded at 3 in the morning. Just as the sun was stirring, the Dexcom BEEEEEEEP!ed and I vaulted up from the bed. Unfortunately for Abby again, the receiver was sitting on her back, and she also freaked out.
"Meow!!!" Her claws come out and sink into my head.
Unzip meter. Shunk.
"Chris. I need juice."
'Mmmm hmmm." Juicebox with orange juice in it appears out of nowhere.
"I will be in a minute."
I'm sweaty, shaky, mouth sticky with orange juice and sleep. It's three in the morning and I want to go back to sleep. But I know I should wait a few minutes, so while I do, I take picture of what a 3 am low looks like: