Sleeeeeeep

One thing no one warns you about when you get married is the new sleeping arrangements (ie you are now sharing a bed). Some things I knew about myself before I got married in regards to this:
1) I hog the bed. I like to sleep in the middle and halfway down the bed and I like to sprawl myself out.
2) I like a ton of covers. Five minimum.
3) I bury myself like a hamster to stay warm.

I considered myself a heavy sleeper before I got married. This was wrong. I am, in fact, a very light sleeper. The entire first year of our marriage I didn't sleep at all through the night. I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I blame this on the dog. The night the dog moved out of our room, I slept like a rock.

Here's the other thing-Eric recently started snoring. Which for the most part is not a problem, because I'll tap him and he'll roll over. The problem is that lately, I'll wake up and listen to him snore, but then he'll suddenly stop and I'll hear nothing. This freaks me out and my adrenaline kicks in. I've developed the habit now of sleeping with my hand on him so I can feel him breathing. Of course, we are looking into this sleep apnea thing...

HOWEVER, Eric flails in his sleep. I don't know if there is a medical way to solve this, but I have been hit more than once in the middle of the night. Most recently in the head by his elbow. One night, his elbow into my abdomen. Another night, an elbow to the temple. I'm really not sure how to resolve this one. It's really sort of funny so far, since I have not sustained any permanent damage. I suppose the morning I wake up with a black eye, we might have to look into a king size bed.