I need my sleep!
If one more person smugly tells me to ‘enjoy my sleep while I can’, I’m going to slap them. It’s not funny, not true and not helpful.
You see, what no one tells you is that the nine months of gestation aren’t all that fun either. It’s as if my body is preparing me for the inevitable, because for the past few weeks I’ve been suffering broken sleep.
It first started with my ‘Granny bladder’. The four-a-night time toilet habit that has given me a new appreciation for the elderly.
Then, for no reason, my body spontaneously started to wake up at strange hours. Now, it’s every four hours if I’m lucky. Suddenly eight hours solid ZZZZ seems a distant memory. I wonder how I’ll get by at work on just five hours sleep today.
How do I cope?
I’m sure I’m not the first to do this, but I’m going to confess, I sleep in my car. Yup, that’s right, I sneak into my car at work and have some shut eye. Our carpark is dark and quiet and it’s the only place I can go for some refuge.
Unfortunately, my car is small and pokey, which doesn’t bode so well for my growing tum tum.
But thank God, I am getting a bit of extra shut-eye. Pregnancy is so cruel.