I am not sure how this happened. I don't know why it is happening. I know that it needs to stop.
As I was soundly sleeping the other night, I was punched in the face by my husband - TWICE. He was sound asleep and didn't even know that he was fighting in his sleep. Fortunately, those two punches woke me up enough that I heard the third one coming and was able to throw a pillow up to block it.
My husband is one of the gentlest, most passive-aggressive, non-violent souls that I know. He was very upset the next morning when I informed him what he had done. It's hard to go to bed now for fear of what else might be heading my way.
Somewhere around 4 or 5 AM, Z crawls into our bed most nights. She kicks. A lot.
I have taken to spending the last few hours of the morning laying on the couch. It's not that I don't mind sharing the ol' family bed - hell, I introduced the idea back when Z was born. But as the bruises all over my body can attest - my body cannot handle it.
I have a black eye, bruises on my back, legs and abdomen.
It's gotten pretty serious.
I guess I could fashion a helmet and some body pads to make us all more comfortable as they are both pretty angry when they awake and discover that I have left. I am thinking pillows and duct tape - that will turn the Hubs on - dontcha think?