Duck, Duck, Goose

For the last few months I have had no idea if Craig is still sleeping in the same bed. This is because of the pillow fortress. It seems as if each week I go farther in the pregnancy I need another pillow. Right now there is a wedge pillow to support the belly, a body pillow for full body support, extra pillows at the feet to reduce swelling, extra pillows at the head to prevent heartburn, and pillows at the back to prevent rolling over.
Every so often Craig will try loft an arm over the pillows to find me. When his hand ends up on the belly the baby switches into protect mode. She instantly begins to kick the hand of the intruder in our pillow palace. It wakes me up. He sleeps through it. Anyway I woke up this morning to the baby trying very hard to slay the hand of the intruder. I got up and started my morning routine. In the bathroom I noticed that there were all these brown things everywhere. I looked in the mirror I was covered head to toe in feathers. My mind started wandering. Am I giving birth to a goose? Am I turning into a duck? I followed the trail back to the bed and wouldn't you know it the big full body pillow sprung a huge leak. Our bed looks like a professional duck hunting event took place there. Good thing my Mom is coming on Tuesday....she'll be able to fix it so I can refortify the pillow fortress.