Feeling a bit fat...

So last night we went to home depot so we could finish Sully's crib. We are doing a sidecar arrangement and are doing are darndest to make sure it is super safe. We bought some high density foam that has been covered in a sheet to make sure that his mattress is rammed crazy hard against ours so that he cannot even possibly fall between. We searched and searched for the perfect bed risers so that we could match the height of the mattresses perfectly. Found the perfect bungee cords to secure his crib to our bed. Sweat-ed our booties off getting it all set up and went to bed feeling all content and happy that our little boy had his bed where I could easily check on him and feed him at night.

Aaaaah peaceful contented sleep knowing that tomorrow would be a snow day, and thus both Chris and I could sleep in...CRUNCH. At about oh say 2 am, the riser under my head decided to crack. Mind you, these are rated for 300lbs on EACH corner. Sure, I have gained some pregnancy weight, but I am no where near 300. Whatever, we go back to sleep, at 8, the same thing happens, again on MY side of the bed, just by my feet this time.
Now mind you, Chris still has a good 15 lbs on me. Why is it my side of the bed that cracks? GRRRR Needless to say, these things are getting marched right back to home depot for a refund. That is, as soon as the ice age is over.
In other news, I did get the letters for above his crib finished. Go me!