Allegedly, there's a Bear Cub on the Loose!

Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, this is the conversation I had with my husband...

Me: "Mark, I have to warn you, I'm probably going to have to sleep with my mouth wide open and I know how much you despise mouth-breathers."

Mark: "Why? Is your nose stuffed up?"

Me: "Yup."

Mark: "It's okay. I'm used to it. Every time you're pregnant you snore like a bear cub."

I whipped around so fast, I feared I gave myself whiplash. I couldn't believe it. Have I been known to occasionally have full conversations in my sleep? Yes! Do I have to get up to pee three times a night? Yup. Do I believe that I snore like a bear cub? No way!

Logically, I know that if my nose is stuffed up and I have to sleep with my mouth open, I'll snore but no woman, especially a pregnant one, wants to be told that she sounds like a bear cub!

When I was pregnant with Trent, I had cold-like symptoms throughout my entire pregnancy. I even developed a cough from month five until the second Trent popped out of me. The cough actually became so strong that during labor, the doctor told me to cough rather than push because there was more progress with coughing than my meager hunching and scrunching. Thus, approximately fifteen minutes after I started to push and about four or five coughs later, Trent was pulled out and into this world.

Back to my alleged snoring...I refuse to believe that I snore, much less like a bear cub. And, if I do, then Mark snores like a tiger attacking a gazelle on some South African plain. Apparently, between the two of us, it's like animals attack in our bedroom and not in a good way!

Now, I'm off to bed but I still refuse to believe that I snore like a bear cub. I maintain that such an animal is not on the loose!