So, I talk in my sleep.
I have done this for as long as I remember.
I would even go as far as getting up and screaming, or tossing my pillows in the trash.
It’s a little embarrasing. I can’t fall asleep anywhere except in my own bed. I don’t give out secrets of anything, I just… say stupid stuff.
Take last night, for example: I woke up and said “Rabiddy.” Confused, my husband repeated this nonsense word back to me. I answered, “Yeah, rabiddy. I’m just dangerous, honey.”
And then proceeded to go back to sleep.
I have absolutely no memory of any of my sleep-conversations.
In fact, I make my husband tell me the next morning whenever I do something in the middle of the night. Some memorable instances are:
I’m totally out of it when these episodes happen. Matt gets kinda freaked out.
I’m telling you this because my daughter has started making sleep noises (another thing I do), which makes me count down the nights until she’s telling me she has a sailboat full of pudding. D: