Sleeeeep

Wow, something amazing happened today: I slept in. Like a proper, at university, keep dozing back off, kind of morning and then suddenly after being 9am, it was 10 O'clock, and I feel like a different woman. Pregnant types are notoriously bad sleepers. If it isn't the constant peeing (I now get up three times, not once, as before), the uncomfortable bump, the acid, the 3am insomnia, or the racing mind, it's 6.30am on a Sunday morning (seriously, this was my Sunday last weekend). I'm not sure if it's the anticipation of the changes, my body relaxing and doing 'getting ready for birth' stuff, or just the those pesky hormones but something always seems to stand in the way of a long, luxurious lie in. Even yesterday, my first day off, I was up with DH at the crack of dawn pottering around the house, listening to Radio 4.
Actually, yesterday I think it was a bit of a guilt thing, as much as anything else. I feel bad on DH. I want him to be on maternity leave too, it isn't fair. This guilt meant I had a very productive Day One of Maternity Leave. No slumping in front of the television for me, no Sir. I was busy tidying the flat, putting on washes (unpacking washes), going to the optician (long, boring, painful story), at the post office depot (nice baby blanket reward) and then in town with Darling Mother (Grandmother-in-waiting), to buy some more baby bits. After that I was back home for my last GP appointment before the Birth Centre induction, and finally, off to NCT where we learnt about pain relief and no one laughed as much as last week. It was still enjoyable, but in a slightly more black comedy kind of way. The next class is a woman's only affair where we learn about breast-feeding. I think the boys are a bit jealous; not about the breasts, but about us having another session without them. I can't wait for everyone to start having their babies, it'll be so exciting to know what they have, the names and all of that stuff.
Whilst pottering around doing my chores yesterday, I did accidentally buy some baby clothes. Actually, no clothes, just accessories. A few pairs of socks here, a hat there. DH was laughing at me when he got home and I talked him through all the new additions to Bear's wardrobe. He knows this is going to be an ongoing shopping opportunity and I think he was chuckling through fear.