I was about 8 months pregnant and at home sleeping. We lived in a poor section of town that had a problem with break-ins, assaults, and burglary. My husband had just left for work that morning, it was not quite light out. My husband is about 5'5", pasty white, thin, has blondish-red hair and a voice that is not deep at all.

All of a sudden I was woken up in the barely lit bedroom by a very deep muffled voice. I opened my eyes and there is a HUGE dark figure hovering over me shouting something that I can't understand. I mean he is HUGE, he is yelling, panting and grunting, arms gesturing and he is reaching over like he's going to grab me.

I yell (discovered that I'm not a screamer - I'm a yeller...) and rolled over as fast as I could (remember 8 months pregnant...) and reach into the headboard for the loaded gun we kept there for protection.

As I'm about to roll back over and shoot this home invader to save myself and my baby I hear my husband yelling: "It's me!!! It's me!!! It's <insert husbands name>!!! I live here!!! Don't shoot me!!!"

I finish rolling back over, gun in hand, and see that it is in fact him.

He had come in with his black motorcycle helmet on, with the dark faceplate down, wearing his thick dark bulky down jacket and riding gloves. Evidently he had dropped the bike in the driveway, tried to pick it up, wore himself out and came back into the house without removing anything that was concealing his appearance. He thought he would come in, wake me up and get me to help him lift the bike?!?! The panting and grunting was because he was exhausted from trying to lift the bike, and I couldn't understand him at first because he had the faceplate down. The only reason I could understand him at that point is because he had realized he was about to die, and quickly lifted the helmet faceplate to yell clearly.

Scared me so bad, I honestly thought either my baby and I were going to die or I was going to kill someone.

Idiot.