Grrr. I am getting fed up of not sleeping well and getting reflux in the middle of the night! It's currently 3am and I need to be up at 6, and have a hell of a day tomorrow. I am travelling back from a family funeral in Scotland, then basically going straight to Wembley to see Coldplay, and won't get back to my own bed until about this time tomorrow! Hopefully I will be able to catch some z's on the train home! I am just frustrated, but suppose I should get used to it for when my little man arrives! The only thing making waking up at this time beautiful is feeling all his little squiggles and kicks, which reminds me it's worth it all in the end! Sorry girls I had to rant, it's been a hell of an emotional day!