Bests & Worsts Reviews from Amazon

My husband and I just got married, so I decided my gift to us would be to upgrade from my 10-year-old queen pillowtop to a king-sized memory foam. Like many people here, I stumbled upon the Lucid by Googling “best foam mattress.” I hadn’t been planning on making such a big purchase online without being able to test it, but the reviews for this one were overwhelming. First, I took my husband to a regular mattress store because I wanted him to be aware of what he was getting into. He doesn’t like change, and I wanted to warm him to the idea before I committed. We tested every foam mattresses in the store and I preferred the super soft plush ones, but the salesman told my husband, who has back problems, he needed a firmer mattress or he would destroy his back. After we left I told him that based on what the internet said the Lucid would be comparable to the firmer mid-level plush. So I decided to trust the strangers of the internet. Maybe I needed a little faith in humanity right now. Plus, I got it for such an amazing deal I had enough left over to get all the towels nobody bought from our registry. The mattress arrived with lightning speed. Honestly I’m tempted to suspect they saw my IP address had looked at this page so many times they shipped it to a nearby warehouse in anticipation of my purchase. The UPS guy did not want to bring it up the steps to our front door. Luckily my husband was home to help him. How my husband managed to get it up to the second floor of our townhome all by himself is going to remain one of the many unsolved mysteries of our marriage. The accompanying Zinus frame took an extra two days to arrive. My husband was wary about putting a foam mattress on an openly slotted frame, so I said some of the reviewers over there mentioned cutting up the cardboard box it came in and using that as a bridge between the two. So we did that, and then unwrapped the mattress. Immediately it started to puff up and my husband pressed his hand on it. He looked at me with scornful dread. “This is going to be too soft for me, hon,” he echoed the mattress salesman’s warning. “Don’t worry,” I said, trying not to show my panic. “The internet said it’s the perfect combination between plush and firm. Some people say it’s too firm. Nobody ever says it’s too plush!” We slept on it that first night because others had said they’d done so too. Besides, we’d already dropped the old queen pillowtop to the curb and it was commandeered within minutes by a local homeless guy whom we had no intention of trying to wrestle it back from. And I didn’t sleep a wink. I tossed and turned, worried that my husband wasn’t sleeping and would demand I send it back. The internet said returns weren’t a hassle, but this thing was a damn beast. I couldn’t see how it could possibly go back. That, and it was actually firmer at first than I’d hoped. I’m a side sleeper, and that first night reminded me of the night we’d spent in an Airbnb in Temecula where I legit thought the owner had gotten a trampoline instead of a mattress to cut costs. But I was determined not to worry. It would adjust, the internet had assured me. It wasn’t done puffing up yet. I came home from work the next day, exhausted, and I attempted the bed once again. It still crunched and cricked my side. So I flipped onto my back. Only then did I have my “aha” moment. It was softer when I lay prone with my weight evenly distributed. It cradled me and finally I discovered that perfect combination of soft and firm. It has since puffed up more, and side sleeping is comfortable again too. The mattress does get a bit warmer than I expected. It could be just adjusting from pillowtop to foam takes time. Or it could be that it’s been in the 90’s here (in November) because, you know, global warming. But the huge advantage is: when my husband tosses and turns he launches his full weight into the air and back down again like he’s wrestling a python in his sleep, or recreating that scene from “Big” where Tom Hanks bounces onto his bunk bed. So I happily trade being a little toasty to no longer have to even be aware of that nighttime nonsense. Also, in our old bed he would pull ALL the covers off me and tent them around himself because clearly his subconscious puts my comfort at a distant second to his own – but he hasn’t been doing that in this bed, at least so far. Perhaps his subconscious is finally warm enough to satiate his self-protective instincts. Long story short, I really like this mattress a lot. Soft meets firm and has an affordable baby. The beast can stay. And now we can never move. Thanks internet for restoring my faith in the goodness and honesty of strangers. ***update after 7 months*** Just came back to update everyone that I still LOVE this mattress so much. Once you get used to it, you don't go back. I am now a certifiable bed snob and now whenever we stay somewhere else I can't wait to get home to it. Never before have I known the joy of sleeping through the entire night without being awakened once by a sleep-jousting partner. Thanks Lucid, now I never want to go on vacation again.