Sleep: a distant memory

Sleep is a distant memory for PP. Every two-and-a-half hours she's up, sitting or walking around, to give herself a break. Not only is she finding it disruptive, it's also boring. Her sleep is interrupted by pure discomfort, like an unpleasant stay in a hotel or a grisly camping holiday.

Me? I am sleeping like a log. Some things in life just ain't fair.

Mexican Wave

Turning over in bed: now there I was thinking that the huffing and puffing could get no louder.

It's a Mexican Wave, starting at the toes and rippling up to her arms, followed by a heave onto all fours, and then a controlled collapse into a series of intermediate shuffles. The final manoeuvre is the sandbagging, with deep exhalation.

Ten weeks to go.

Shrinking Bed Syndrome

Shinking Bed Syndrome is back again. I am relegated to a thin strip, a kind of DMZ, on one side.

No matter how much harrumphing and fussing there is, I don't have a baby stuffed up my jumper. At least I can lose weight,

Third person in the relationship?

"There'll be another person in the relationship." Yes, I know.

Mind you, on that point, it's a pretty crowded relationship already, what with the fishing (no blog...yet), bees, beer, money, guns and butter.

Sleep factor five, Scottie

Sleep factor five, Scottie... Yes, sleep still very high on the agenda, and she is finding it progressively harder to find a comfy position. Last night was, so I understand, a raging bout of tossing and turning, complete with a banana raid at about 3am.

I managed to snore through the whole thing. Impressive, huh?

Fall asleep quickly and sleep like a log

Sleep is now definitely at a premium for Priti. Night-time means much thrashing and revolving with the sandbags (she has invested in specific sleeping sandbags: one red, one green, one blue) before settling. I have too many elbows and knees for her comfort, the saving grace being that I warm the bed up.

Fortunately, even though I am relegated to a narrow strip on the outer edges of the mattress, I fall asleep quickly and sleep like a log. Apparently I have so far missed a small-hours self-massage session and a banana raid, not to mention countless pee-breaks.

Long may it continue.

Picture from http://www.nww.usace.army.mil/html/offices/op/em/HowToBag.htm (U.S. Army Corps of Engineers)