I fell asleep at about 9.30 last night. Bad idea.
By midnight I'd been lying there in near wakefulness for about an hour with ridiculous paranoid thoughts going around my head. Don't ask me what they were, I don't remember. I know they were baby-related and they were making me feel uneasy and on edge but they were also insubstantial and disappeared almost as soon as I made the decision to get up and see if that would help me feel more sleepy again - they do say the worst thing you can do if you're suffering insomnia is stay in bed as it then associates not being able to sleep with bed and the bedroom.
As soon as I got up, it all fell out of my brain and I felt much better. I also felt very awake and stayed up for another hour and a bit and now today, writing this, I feel decidedly crappy. A taste of things to come, no doubt.
I suppose that with just 17days to go (that's 17 days from when I post this, not from when it is dated as we're still a bit behind) it's not surprising that my brain is starting to do mad things. Still, only today at work and then we're into Hogswatch.
Last night we recieved a phone call to tell us one of the mums from the NCT class had sprogged - a c-section in her case, and it's a reminder that this thing is truly upon us now, regardless of how fast the days decide to crawl past.
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