Last night, everything that I have been putting into practice over the past couple of weeks and feeling so good about was chucked firmly out of the window, along with my sanity. I was up and down all night - fanning myself with the book on my bedside table, dabbing myself with a cold flannel in the bathroom and generally huffing and puffing. Every time I tried to do my mindful breathing and observation, instead my mind was hijacked by the thought I am SO hot. I am SOOOOO bloody hot! Not helpful, and definitely not conducive to sleeping.
I think I managed to snatch around an hour in fits and starts during the night, but unsurprisingly am feeling rough today (was awake from 3 am the night before last) and there have been far too many of the 'poor me' category (see last blog) thoughts whirring around my brain like a deranged ceiling fan. Heat's never bothered me too much before, even living in Southern Spain for 2 years and India for another couple. But as an eight month preggy lady, it is very bothering indeed.
Ah, roll on the rain.
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