16th November 2016 This morning I woke up sad and extremely distressed. In fact, I fell asleep the same way. I had noticed, as of yesterday, that I was not feeling the baby move with the same strength and rigour I usually would. Her movements were faint in comparison and did not seem to be in the same lengthy successions…
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9th November 2017 When they say the world works in funny ways, it really is true. Today I woke up early with this strange burst of energy. I jumped out of bed leaving Christian sleeping. I had reached a good part in my book, so I was keen to read the next few chapters in the bath. There was a…
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Wednesday 7th July 2017 The tiredness has kicked in so hard today I officially feel jet lagged. My eyes are stinging and my lids are as heavy as lead. I have spent forty minutes staring at the departure board at London Bridge, close to tears as bright yellow digital letters scream cancelled and delayed on each and every board. I…
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Well, with SPD, whether you are an insomniac or a beautiful deep sleeper, you will dread sleeping like the kids in Freddie Kruger’s Nightmare on Elm Street. With most illnesses or ailments, sleep usually helps to cure or lessen the symptoms. Whilst in slumber, we are able to momentarily forget our body is under the weather till we wake. Well, with SPD, trust me, it is the opposite. The only way to escape the god awful symptoms is to wake the hell up.
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