New Bed!

English: Interior of a Sam's Club in California.

Four pregnancies and many years later, our bed right now is, to put it nicely, extremely uncomfortable.  Lumpy, bumpy, uneven, just a general hot mess.  During my latest pregnancy I bought a memory foam mattress topper, which made a huge difference.  The pain and pressure in my hips from the pregnancy induced relaxin overdose was greatly reduced.

As much as it may have helped, I think the mattress is just no longer our friend.  Too many mornings are spent creaking and cracking as we climb out of bed, complaining of aches and pains.  Not a great way to start the day.  Something had to be done.  So I bought a bed.  Online.

Since the memory foam was so kind to my aches and pains in the form of a mattress topper, I decided it would be worthwhile to test out a full memory foam mattress.  We did a lot of research.  (I say we, but I mean me.  Abe, the IT professional, sucks at Googling things and research in general.  Go figure.)  While Tempur-pedic sounded luxurious and wonderful, the prices were also very luxurious and not so wonderful for a family who is pinching pennies for the dream home.

So I turned to Sam’s Club.  Why not?

They have a huge selection of memory foam mattresses, along with a lot of reviews from very satisfied customers.  Many who said that they could not tell the difference between the Sam’s Club mattress and the official Tempur-pedic model.  Lets see, $6,000.00 for a mattress or $600.00?  Yeah, I’m gonna have to go with the $600, thanks.

After ordering last week, and tracking that baby ever since, it is officially on the truck to be delivered today.  I am excited!  Waiting right now for the delivery guy to show up.  My impatience will most definitely have me ripping into the boxes, trying to assemble everything myself before Abe even comes home from work.  That’s how I roll, patience may be a virtue, but it is a foreign concept to me.

I will either be successful and proudly show off my DIY skills when hubby comes home, or it will be an epic fail, leaving me crabby and spilling colorful words until hubby comes home to rescue me from the chaos I created for myself.

I much prefer the happy ending that makes me look good.  We shall see how the day goes.  Send your good DIY vibes my way.