Can I say something and it not make you mad?

Matt doesn't read my blog. He asked me if I had taken any pictures from before and after
he installed the new floors, and I said "sure, just look at my blog." We looked through a lot of posts and then jumped back a few years, and reminisced for awhile. While I was scrolling down one of the pages. He says to me "Man you are breathing hard." I then explained that my uterus is just about as high as my throat and that's why. Then he says this to me. "Can I say something and it not make you mad?" (This is 99% of the time not a conversation you want to have.) I told him sure (with my horomones as crazy as they are right now, I knew I probably would be mad). "You have started snoring so loud you vibrate the floor." "And sometimes I will wake up thinking someone is breaking into the house but it's you snoring." "Last night it was so loud I thought I might have to call a priest."

I wasn't mad. I laughed until I cried. I offered him the couch. I told him to poke me so I would roll over. I've been having trouble sleeping for a while now, and am on some prescription sleep aids which evidently have me in a pretty deep sleep. And he reassured me that when I'm not pregnant I don't snore. So while I've added heavy breathing recently to my list of pregnancy symptoms. I now can add heavy snoring too.