Sweet Dreams

Have you ever napped with a gourd, or snoozed with a melon?

I can now say that I have. A cantaloupe. One grown in my own garden I might add. It's not something that was on my bucket list or anything, but this typically strange occurrence is surprisingly not out of the ordinary for my life these days.

This morning Will woke up much earlier than I cared to. So we made our way to the living room where he sat and watched his favorite cartoon and ate breakfast. I took the opportunity to lay down on the couch and catch a few more winks. Pregnant mommas should try to rest whenever possible right?

I suppose I should mention that Will has recently learned to open the refrigerator and often helps himself to whatever he may find. As I dozed, I was roused slightly by the sound of the refrigerator door opening. The next thing I know, I've got a large, cold cantaloupe on my chest.

One would think that having a cold melon dropped in your lap as you slept would end your little siesta, but I beg to differ. As I held on to the produce and hazily pondered what was going on, I decided that five more minutes of laziness wouldn't hurt. With Will satisfied that I would slice it in a minute, I settled back in still clutching the cantaloupe.

I think I'll head to bed early tonight to prevent any future food accompanied naps.