Oh, the dreams. They're awful.
I had a rough night. Started with randomly spaced, very short Braxton Hicks, about a dozen within half an hour. Those stopped, but of course I was worrying, even though the lump was moving lots. Eventually slept, woke up at 6:30 with the dawn (can't believe it's light at 6:30 again! spring time change must be soon). Fed the cat so she wouldn't bother OH, and went to the sofa bed to see about another hour of shut eye. I dreamed horrible, terrible things. Lovely OH made me breakfast, thinking he was letting me sleep in, and I ended up bursting into tears at the kitchen table, the dreams were so upsetting.
As a result of all that I'm not going to the office today. I'll do what I can remotely, and take it easy otherwise. In so many ways I am ready to be on maternity leave already. 54 days feels like an eternity (and who's counting?).