Yet another night when my brain decides at 3.30am that I've had enough sleep for the night! Argh. After 90 mins of tossing and turning I've given up and admitted defeat.
I've been sleeping badly anyway, but the midwife's discovery that my baby is measuring very small (23cm I think) at my 28-week appointment last week is causing me a lot of worry. Despite the midwife and my mum telling me not to worry (easier said than done). I've got a growth scan booked for Saturday, so am counting down to that, but am terrified it's going to show something is amiss.
Sorry I'm just rambling really. Everything seems so much scarier in the dead of night, and I don't have the heart to wake my husband up (even though a reassuring hug would be very nice right now).