I’ve always slept. A lot. As a baby, my mum had to wake me up to feed me. I could quite happily spend all weekend in bed, or on a couch and still sleep for 12-14 hours at a stretch. Until this past year. I had a period of insomnia back in March/April because I was being bullied at work, the insomnia was a fall-out of the depression and continual stress I was under for 12 months. I’ve written about it before, so I’m not going to re-hash it all over again, but the one remaining thing it’s left me with is I now struggle most nights to get to sleep, and stay asleep. The slightest little thing will wake me up now.
Peanut is the slightest little thing. I can not believe the changes this is having on my body. I am exhausted. And I don’t use that word lightly. Every day this week, I’ve had to have a sleep in the afternoon. Every single day. This morning, I woke up at our normal time and could barely move. I let work know that I wasn’t coming in, that I would have to work from home today. It’s my studying day, so I wasn’t going to be available for most of the afternoon anyway. But switching my phone off and going back to bed, I woke up at 9:02, had some breakfast, had a shower and felt relatively normal.
I am also up and down at least twice a night to pee. I wake up with a raging thirst on me, dry mouth and will have to get some water by my bed from now on. But then, will I wake up 4 times to pee?!? Hubs helpfully pointed out that I’m obviously in training for sleepless nights in future. He is still alive, but barely.
Cleaning my teeth last night, my waist has gone sideways, already! I know things have to shift and move around inside a pregnant woman, but I am just 5 weeks pregnant and there are already visible changes to my body shape. We’re taking photos every two weeks of my tummy, we’re hoping to montage them all together at the end, it will be interesting to see what shape I end up with, what Peanut’s bump looks like.