When my wife was pregnant with our kids she purchased a pregnancy pillow to help her sleep better. Needless to say I was very jealous of the pillow because I was getting little sexual activity, and the pillow was lodged between her upper legs while she slept. I named the pillow, in a jealous weakness Renaldo, my wife’s Brazilian lover. After our second child was born, and the need for the pillow expired, in a fit of rage, I tore the pillow apart. There were feathers all over the bedroom after my attack. Just as I finished my wife opened the door to this scene of rage and feathers all over the room. The look on her face of utter bemusement was priceless.