After a successful day of Brain Breakdown and accomplishing practically zilch, I now find my brain refusing to shut down. Part pregnancy aches and pains, part outside forces at work to keep me awake and part pining for my husband…
I spent the evening relaxing, listening to music and reading my book. At around 10pm, I was ready to drift into dream land, and so positioned myself amongst my many support pillows for a night of ‘pregnancy sleep’*.
First it’s just the usual aches and pains from lying in strange positions to accomodate the belly. Then, the Outside Forces begin to do their dirty work… for this is the time of year for “Ngaan Ruduu Naw” or “The Cold Season Festival”, a nightly fair that takes place about 2 or 3 miles from our house. Thais love noise, I’m not sure why, but if there’s not a cacophony of sounds and activity, they just don’t feel at peace. And between 10pm and 11pm the party is just getting off the ground. While you would expect the music and noise to die down around this time, it actually gets louder!!!! The bass gets bass-ier, until the point that my whole house rocks to the bass drum beat of some random song. It doesn’t matter what the song is, the beat is always the same. Ba Ba Ba Bum – Ba ba ba bum – Ba ba ba bum – ad infinitum. Even ear plugs can not drown out tonights ‘concert’. I thought it would end around Midnight, but alas, it got even louder than the previous increase.
All of this then makes me think of my Darling Husband, off in the village where it’s really cold, sleeping on a hard floor. I wish he was here with me. I really don’t like it when he goes away. It’s very lonely in a house filled with “Ba Ba Ba Bum” and my frustration to keep me company…
Oh, and now my intenet connection has gone kaput, and I can’t even publish this!!!
*Pregnancy Sleep: Preparation for when the baby arrives, ie. you never have 8 hours of undisturbed sleep again. Sleep 3 hours – wake up for a potty break, perhaps a snack; Sleep 1 hour – time to roll over and give the other side a chance to ache; Sleep 2 hours – snack time/potty break again; lie there and force yourself to get another 2 hours before you have to get up and face the day.
***Written in the wee hours of Jan 13, 2007. Published whenever my connection decides to work again….
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