At seven months pregnant, bedtime has become a humbling experience, to say the least. I used to roll into bed without thinking twice. Now I perform what feels like a nightly tactical manoeuvre involving approximately six cushions, several dramatic sighs and at least one complaint about my hips. After weeks of dreadful sleep, I did what every pregnant woman does at 3am: excessive research. When it comes to the gold standard of pregnancy pillows, every road seems to lead back to the Momcozy