About Sleep with Nikki

Hi. I'm Nikki.

And yes, the name is exactly what you think it is — and also nothing like what you think it is. Sleep with Nikki started at 2am, during one of those seasons where life had thoroughly shuffled the deck and dark humor was the only thing keeping the lights on. My business partner and I were both awake — because neither of us has ever figured out a normal sleep schedule, which in retrospect makes us extremely qualified to run a sleep blog — and we built something out of exhaustion, spite, and a genuinely good idea.

The name stayed. I have zero regrets.

I'm not a doctor, a licensed sleep therapist, or someone whose life is perfectly curated. I am someone who has spent years being genuinely obsessed with sleep — the science of it, the products around it, the routines that actually help versus the ones that look good on Pinterest and do absolutely nothing. I've been through periods of chronic insomnia, seasons of serious stress, a car accident that left me barely able to move and desperately searching for anything that would let me sleep through the pain, and the kind of transitions that rearrange everything including where and how you rest.

All of that became this.

What I Do Here

I test things and tell you honestly what happened. I review pillows, bedding, bath and body products, sleep supplements, and anything else that crosses my path and claims to make rest better. I write about sleep science in plain language. I share what actually helped me during the hard stretches — and what didn't, because the failures are just as useful as the wins.

I'm also associated with Hotel Home Pillows and Signature Supply Co — two businesses that live in the sleep and luxury hospitality space. That association gives me access to hospitality-grade products and industry knowledge that most sleep bloggers simply don't have. When I mention either brand, I'll always say so clearly. You'll never have to wonder.

About the Other Member of This Operation

Nugget is an 80-pound blue-gray pit bull who eats home-cooked meals served with a fork, has stayed in hotel beds in more states than I can count, rides in the passenger seat like he owns the car (because he does), and has claimed more pillows as his personal property than I care to admit. He is simultaneously the reason I sometimes sleep terribly and the reason I sleep at all. He has his own section of this blog because obviously he does.