AngQi U-Shaped Pregnancy Pillow for Sleeping - 55 Inch Maternity Body Pillow for Pregnant Women with Soft Breathable Bamboo Rayon Cover (Apricot) | Comfortable Support for Side Sleepers & Back Pain Relief During Pregnancy

I wish I had words to describe how amazing this pillow is. It’s so wonderful and keeps me so comfortable, I had to name it. I call it Horace.Horace has helped my back, my neck, my hips, my wrists, and my sleep. I use 2 Black Beauty Rest pillows along with him to give me more options because sometimes I need to change the height of my head and don’t feel like shoving Horace’s stuffing around when I’m half asleep. But I could. And have. Horace is adjustable. I can shape him in different places to get the support I need and he keeps it like that until I change it. His leg-arms make wonderful leg rests when I pull them up. I can also use one as a leg rest for both legs and use the other leg-arm as a desk.When Horace first arrived, he was very thin and scrawny. I felt sorry for him so I opened his little bag. He was in such a hurry to get out, he almost tore the bag when it got stuck on one of his leg-arms. Finally, he was free. He took a long breath and collapsed. Still thin, but not as. He was weak and frail. The trip had not been an easy one for such a big guy in such a tiny package. The instructions said to give him a day or two to get acclimated, so I laid him out where he could breathe and take in his new surroundings. After patting him on the head-neck-shoulder, I went to bed.The next morning (what some people might call afternoon if they didn’t stay up all night playing Sky: Children of the LIght), I checked on Horace. To my surprise, he had doubled in size!“Horace!” I whispered (loudly - because there’s an exclamation mark). “How do you feel today?”He yawned and stretched (in my head) but stayed curiously silent (for a pillow with a name).He still looked thinner than the ad picture with that strange woman wrapped around him (which I didn’t mention but definitely planned to bring up later when he felt better!)I patted him on the head-neck-shoulder and left him there, draped over the arm of one chair, across a side table, across another chair and an antique sewing machine that was making eyes at his seams. (Stupid sewing machine with her old cuteness and sharp needles!)Sadly, I forgot about Horace for a few days. I didn’t check on him or look at him or pat his head-neck-shoulder. I got busy with other pillows, Fluffy, Buttercup and Desk. Desk is the odd one, somewhat hard, with a soft crust, frequently used as a desk. But a week after his arrival, I remembered Horace. Not because I am a good pillow owner, but because I could not miss him!Horace and quadrupled in size! He was enormous!“Horace!” I gasped in delight. “You look like you’ll feel better!”Horace was having none of it. He had been forgotten and he knew it. I was pretty sure the sewing machine had been needling him about it. (Stupid sewing machine spinning her antique wheel, curling her wrought iron legs! One of these days…)I ignored Horace’s displeasure and loaded him up on my shoulders and hauled him up the stairs. I threw him on my bed and dove in. It was heavenly.I fell in love that night. My husband knows and he’s ok with it.The next morning I said my thanks to Horace and went about my day like usual. He was still sleepy so he stayed in bed.After having it out with the sewing machine, I was exhausted and went to bed. To my shock, Horace had grown again!Horace continued to grow for days afterwards. My grandkids, daughter, husband and son in-law also fell in love with Horace. And so did my terminally ill chihuahua. Every night now, I find him snuggled into Horace’s head-neck-shoulder, or draped over one of his giant leg-arms. He’s so cute and precious, that after I kicked him out of MY Horace, I got him his own; we call it Horace Jr.So in the end, it wasn’t sunlight, fresh air, or the joy that comes from being freed from a tiny plastic bag that caused Horace to grow to his full potential. Nope. It was love. (Love that was willing to forget about him until he was useful and then lock him in the bedroom to keep him safe. Forever. Away from devious old sewing machines and creepy strange women who take selfies while they waller around in his giant leg-arms!)(Stoopid sewing machine!)