So often sitcoms will portray the girl as the snuggler and the guy as the one who needs the room.
I don’t have a problem snuggling when we’re both awake - but when I’m in bed asleep (or trying to) I would rather not deal with that extra weight crushing my bones, leaving indentations in my body, actually making it hard to sleep.
Roland’s a cuddler. He’s been extremely tired all week – and very much in the middle of the bed (note it’s NOT a king size bed) leaving enough room on his side for another person while my arm dangles over the bed. His head like a bowling ball on my shoulder.
I could actually tolerate all of it except for the dangling arm. It’s annoying when I look at all the room to the other side of them. I actually wonder if there might be more room on that side. Probably not. If I could just take my arm off, there would be plenty of room.
Jenna likes to cuddle as well. It worked out better when she was a baby and toddler. Now there are parts of her body (usually an elbow or her head) that manage to find my ribcage or cut off the circulation in one of my legs. She has always been solid. I think she must weigh even more when she snuggles.
Roland’s always producing heat. Great for winter camps. Atrocious in the summer time. I usually get up during the night to turn the fan on. He always has the blankets around him. Oh, please. Like I want extra bedding around me as well.
I’m grateful that Roland does want to cuddle – that he wants to be close. It is nice to be wanted. Sometimes I’ll cuddle back until he falls asleep. I do love him. But I also love my space.