I blame Carrie Bradshaw.

Her whole little rant in "Sex and the City" about trying to get back in the nook - Aidan's nook - after her boyfriend heard her ex-boyfriend's voice on the phone. At not such a great time, if you know what I mean. She's so sad that she just can't cuddle back in there the way she used to.

Boo hoo, Carrie. At least you had a nook to get into.

Me? I don't think I could lay my head comfortably long enough on Mark to find the nook. Maybe my head is too big, or I think it's too big. Maybe Mark's chest is too small in comparison to my big head. It just doesn't work for us.

Don't get me wrong - I try. I try every night. I snuggle in, trying to put my head in the right place. Five minutes later and a pain in my neck, I kiss him on the cheek and roll onto my stomach.

Mark gives up about three minutes earlier.

So much for the romantic ideal of lying in your husband's arms, sleeping right next to each other. Sleeping face to face is about as romantic as it gets for us.