I had all those trash bags of couch stuffing I rescued from the dysfunctional couch cushions, to trip over in the bedroom, where I hid them from the rest of the world. Because I knew I would find a use for them. Meanwhile, disposable space in my bedroom = about 5 trashbags of couch fluff. I had 4 bags. 1 trash bag worth of square footage in a bedroom is not pretty. They'd been in there for a month, and Mr Snork started acting positively homicidal towards them, so I finally got creative and made a U shaped pillow, for all my pregodactyl woes.
I have the actual Snoogle or whatever pillow someone kindly donated to me, and it's nice, but I don't like that it also goes under your head. I like my feather pillows under my head. So, I wanted something similar, and may be a little firmer, to prevent me from rolling on my back. (For some creepy reason that I'm sure is explained somewhere in "What To Expect While You're Growing A WHOLE Other Person Inside YOU", if I end up on my back during the night, I wake up with numb extremities. This makes me think Strawberry isn't getting enough blood either, and then I freak out, and stay up for an hour googling things like "decreased placenta bloodflow" and "blood deprived fetus".)
I found some nice almost denim-like fabric in my stash, and drew what I thought would be an acceptable pillow on fold:
The shape turned out OK. I wanted more of a straight U shape, but I think I ended up free-handing with the rotary cutter too much. It works out, because the resulting shape can be curled into a doughnut of sorts, which is useful.
It was too wide, at first, so I stitched the center taking in 2":
I FINALLY had a use for one of the 80 million zippers I picked up at some garage sale for a dollar. Zipper, inserted, two trash bags of couch fluff later:
I can arrange it into a doughnut and lay on my belly, having it hang into the doughnut 'hole'. It's been pleasing for my back, which is currently jacked up. I was really picturing myself to be the pregnant chick that runs all the way into the 9th month, but apparently, I'll be the pregnant chick that swims every once in a while mostly sitting on her ass, sewing things, drinking tea and crumpets, and laying around wrapped up like a cat in a pillow doughnut. (Some pelvic joint thing I'm hoping is a fluke and will resolve any.day.now.)
Next up, a reading wedge pillow, and I should be couch- fluff- trash- bag- free!
I don't always use it to hang out on living room floor.. but I guess I could?