I’m sure there are many reasons for this. On Monday when I asked the doctor, she did assure me that its a very standard part of pregnancy. It was a problem right at the start and then again this week; I’ve spent a lot of time on my computer (and/or laptop) after midnight, tapping out little pieces of flash, reading followed blogs and arsing about on Twitter. Oh and I’ve played a lot of Race For The Galaxy as well.
Even now, this is a stupidly late blog post, going out because I have this crazed urge to keep producing content for all you fine people, despite the fact that I’ve stuck faithfully to my Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday schedule since I announced it.
The doctor maintains that my increasing size, loosening hips and hormones are all joining forces to keep me awake. I think that my brain is just too freaking busy to shut the hell up when its bed time. That coupled with increasing size, loosening hips and hormones. o.O
Its uncomfortable lying down these days; listening to my joints crack as I try to turn from one side to another on a bed that should, in truth, be more than large enough for myself and Dave. In a week’s time (a week!!!) I’ll miss this bed, to be sure; I may well be doing an overnight in a hospital bed. I may not; it may be done and over well before it gets to this time of night, but who can tell? Nature does whatever the hell she wants and, despite my reservations, that’s how it should be.
I heard another theory though. In one of the very many books I’ve been kindly given on the subject, the author puts forth the opinion that insomnia is pregnancy is practise. Fragmented sleep patterns and screwed up body clocks are the body’s way of preparing for the inevitability of exactly that with a newborn around. I quite like it as a theory. I don’t believe it… not for a second, but I do rather like it.
What do you guys think? Any juicy kernals of pregnancy/labour/childcare wisdom before I pop ‘em out? 
