As I sit here in a freezing house at 3:38 a.m., I am finally realizing why everyone says the last month is the hardest. You are uncomfortable, weird things are happening in your body and, best of all, you don't sleep that much! This is the second night in a row I have woken up at 2:00, wide awake. I tried for the past hour and a half to fall back asleep, but finally succumbed to the fact that it's hopeless and left my husband to get some sleep.
I'm also realizing why most pregnant woman are on edge the last month of their pregnancy - you just never know what's going to happen or when. Prior to this week, I could typically predict how my week was going to go based on how I felt at the beginning of the week. If I was crampy in the first part of the week, then I knew to expect not to feel well the entire week. If I felt great the first part of the week, then I knew I would feel great the entire week.
Now, it's an entirely different story. It's a day-by-day, almost hour-by-hour situation. I'll feel great one hour, and the next several hours, I will be dealing with Braxton Hicks, overall crampiness, or like Thursday night - some slight spotting. But, it's all par for the course, so I'm by no means going to complain. Oh, and by the way, the nurse was not concerned whatsoever about the spotting!
The way I look at it is that my body is starting to prepare itself for getting up at these odd hours. I may as well get used to it, right?