Sleeping Marmee-to-be & The Physio

Five weeks after the diagnosis I have had my first session with my physio. She was brilliant and I'm already looking forwards to seeing her again in two weeks. We established that my pelvis is correctly aligned (hooray) and that I have 'just' become too loose in my pelvic region. After going through my medical and pregnancy history, she spent the rest of the session teaching me some techniques to help me manage the pain. Mostly this consists of tightening my pelvic floor (simply turn your belly button two notches to the right ladies) before I try manouevering myself anywhere e.g. in and out of the car and bath, using stairs etc

But perhaps most importantly, I now know the correct way to get in and out of, as well as turn over, in bed. The latter has become increasingly difficult in the last couple of weeks. I've gone from being a roaming, yet exceedingly contented sleeper who (apparently) has a fondness for staking a claim to the centre of the bed pushing a certain husband to the far perimeter, to a stationary one. When my unconscious instinct to move takes hold I find myself shouting out and waking (both of us) up as the pain of moving has shaken me from my slumber. Alternatively, I awake in the middle of the night with a dead arm because I've fallen asleep on it. Not only are these factors intermittently painful, they are irritating: I have always been an excellent sleeper. Bed is my favourite place. In it I feel like a princess, reigning over my domain of pillows, duvet and linen. So whilst the books try to reassure me that increasing broken sleep is good practice for when the baby comes, I was nevertheless confident in my ability to overcome the unborn one's affect on my slumber. I suppose there's always the afternoon power nap to supplement my nightly zzzzzs. Perhaps the Blue Leader will lend me a sofa.