I had forgotten just how tiring pregnancy is. Ridiculously, achingly, temper-shorteningly, tiring. Every morning I wake up in disbelief that it’s actually morning (although sometimes I wake up courtesy of The Baby and it’s not actually morning), every afternoon I am desperate for a few hours’ sleep, and every evening I’m in bed well before 9pm. And no amount of sleep is ever enough. It’s like an addiction; a little… Continue reading









