If it's not my bladder waking me up (first pit stop, 12.30pm, then approximately 3hourly after that), it's the dogs. If it's not the dogs, it's the boys. If it's not the boys, it's the baby! My delightful son-to-be seems to get a real kick out of stretching out when Mummy does, and jams his feet up under my right ribs. I have to get up and out of bed (and may as well do a toilet stop while I'm up!) to get them to drop back down again.
Nothing is happening, labour-wise. My trip to the acupuncturist on Saturday has obviously not yeilded any results, since I am sitting here with a lot of baby in my belly.
Hmm, this is it right now, at 39+ weeks, and it sure feels much bigger than it looks!