Eight months, three weeks and feeling it

Rain. 

Cool.

Bliss.

'Nuff said.

I could do with this bubs coming out now because, regardless of whether I have insomnia or not at the moment, when one is eight months and three weeks pregnant, they feel rather large and finding a comfy position in bed at night is nigh-on impossible. I am as ripe and ready to burst as these star fruit above. But a bizarre number of people say to me 'Oh, but you don't look all that large'. All I need to do at this point is turn round so they're looking at me side-on and then they just get it and their mouths form a large 'Ah.'

This morning I just couldn't get out of bed. If you decide to come today, I said to the baby, I think you ought to know I don't have too much energy. Do you think  you could come after I've had some decent kip? Ha, yeah right. I know s/he will come when they're good and ready. As I've said before, on days like this, thank heavens for my the support my mother gives me (I really am very lucky having her live so close). And also thank God for coffee. I know you're not meant to drink too much in pregnancy but when I feel like this...well, I break that rule good and proper.

I had a good session with Guy Meadows from the Insomnia Clinic a couple of days ago. I still have a long old way to go, but that's ok. One day at a time. One night at a time. I'll write more about what I took from it soon, but in the meantime, could anyone reading this do a baby dance in place of a rain dance for me to help coax it out?