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Tuesday, June 21, 2011
A Snorer in Denial
In my teenage years, after I would jump in to bed at night, I'd hear my parents' radio blaring from their bedroom. They'd listen to some suspense thriller type radio serial for a while (and admittedly, I would too - I got rather hooked), and then I'd hear them bid each other goodnight, kiss, and all would go quiet.
For about five minutes, that is.
Suddenly an almighty snore would erupt from my parent's room. I always thought it was my Dad who snore, but in actual fact, a lot of the times it was Mum. I don't know why, but I grew up thinking that snoring was a 'guy thing'. After all, aren't we ladies a little too delicate to make such a terrible noise?
When pregnant with my first son - as is the case with a lot of pregnant women with their organs pushed up around their neck - I started to snore. I knew this because I would wake myself with that sort of snort and blockage feeling in the back of my throat. 'Ah, it'll pass when the baby's born,' I would think, and happily roll over (as much as I physically could) and go back to sleep.
Three sons later, I find myself sleeping heavily most nights. When not woken by one of the kids crying out, or the sound of the dog's nails on the wooden floors, indicating he has had enough of sleeping on the floor in our bedroom and has headed off to see if he can find a comfy bed - or couch - to snooze on, I sleep pretty well, thank-you-very-much.
Except, that is, when I suddenly feel a prodding in my side by Hubby, and hear him whisper, "You're snoring!"
I was in denial about this semi-regular accusation from my husband for a long time. In defence, I almost always put it down to a potential cold. Even one I wasn't absolutely certain I had yet, but considered was probably coming down with soon. (Ahem.) And in actual fact, I truly was quite certain that it was really Hubby doing the snoring, and in his delirium after waking from said snoring he would then accuse me of being the snorer.
However, over time - even, curiously, when Hubby was away for work, or on a cycling holiday with his buddies (don't get me started) - I find myself waking with the same SNORT, GAG, COUGH I used to do back in the days when I was heavily pregnant, and in recent years....okay, weeks...I've come to admit defeat.
It is true, people. I am a snorer.
There. I said it. Sigh.
Do you snore? Does your partner? Does it drive you CRAZY? Have you or your partner done anything about it?