In the middle of the night...

I talk in my sleep. Quite often. And I usually say ridiculous things, but it seems it's gotten more hilarious since we brought home these two ladies... Here are a couple funny stories that Matt has recounted to me as I don't really remember them:

Matt and I have been doing "shifts" at night so that we each can get about 5 hours straight of sleep. Well, one night after being asleep for a few hours and Matt was trying to get into bed next to me as his shift had ended. When he tried to lay down, I sat up (I barely remember this) and yelled out,

"NO! There's a baby in the bed!! Stop!"

and Matt reassured me that there was not a baby in the bed. I was not convinced and continued fighting him and arguing with him drowsily. Apparently I was somewhat convincing as Matt even started to believe me, in spite of the fact that he had just put both babies in their cribs himself! Finally, he emphatically stated,

"Lorissa, there is NOT a baby in the BED!" and I let him climb in.

The very next evening, as Matt's shift again was ending and he was eager for some shut eye, I greeted him with a warning announcing,

"I've got a baby here in the bed with me."

Matt did a double take, this time thinking I must be joking around. When he asked me if I was kidding I replied that I was not and tenderly held up the pillow beside me and explained once again,

"See, here's the baby, right here."

Now every night before I go to sleep I tell myself: there is no baby here in your bed and that seems to have improved the situation for all of us.