Occupancy rate

About a month ago JR and I bought ourselves a new bed. For years we had slept in a queen size bed and it was the ideal size for us. Not so small that his 6 foot 2 inch frame couldn't stretch out a bit and not so big that he didn't know I was in the same bed (probably why we have two children and surprisingly why we didn't have more but that probably is TMI). I don't take up a lot of room. At 5 foot 2 inches my space requirements are fairly small.

This bed size was working very well for us until Nessa decided that she just had to sleep with us at night.  Oh sure, I encouraged this behavior when she was little but now that she is 70 pounds and about the same length as JR when she is all sprawled out this situation had become unworkable. Even when the boys were little and would crawl into bed with us this size bed was fine. It didn't help that I hated the mattress on our old bed. I would wake up feeling like I'd been beaten up.

Then I started traveling a lot. Sleeping by myself in hotel king size beds turned from luxury to necessity. I learned quickly that being able to stretch your legs out, move around without encountering a body, and not having a paw pushed into the middle of your back in the dead of night led to a good nights sleep. 

After much complaining (by me) we broke down and bought a new bed. A king size bed, a bed hopefully large enough that I could have a little extra room to stretch out, with a mattress that didn't make me feel like my lower back hadn't been used as a punching bag by Lilliputians. A bed that Nessa didn't feel that she needed every.single.bloody.inch of. 


Here is a visual of the queen size bed situation:

Note: I'm the little one curled into the corner. Nessa and JR sprawled across 3/4s of the bed. 


Now, let see if this dynamic has changed by getting a bigger bed.

Hmmmm...not so much.

Note: that I am still scrunched into the corner while Nessa is enjoying the extra room to spread out. The only real difference is that JR is further away; which in this point in our lives doesn't really matter. Oops, TMI again. If I wanted to sleep perpendicular, with my feet in JR's face then I guess I could stretch out but as it is now the only thing I can say is my back feels better and I don't have paw shaped bruises anymore. So, there is an upside.

My options as I see them are; 
1. I could get stern with Nessa and order her off the bed that she will just get right back up in the middle of the night; which means I'll have several nights trying to break her of this habit. Meaning I'll spend several nights waking up every hour to tell her to get down. 
2. Or, I could just learn to sleep across the bed and while the thought of sleeping with my feet in JR's face doesn't really bother me it might him. 
3. Or, I could just get use to the scrunched up position that I find myself in every night and live for those times when I travel. 

Knowing how incredibly lazy I am I can safely bet that option 3 will be my choice. 

Which option would you pick?


Love,
M