It's 6am and I am sitting on the sofa worrying. I have been awake since 4am, worrying about:
The gas bill
The fact that I haven't renewed our car insurance
How I am going to afford living on statutory maternity pay for nine months (all of.. oooo.. £104 per week)
Intruders in our garden (they broke our back fence last night)
Not eating enough protein for Mini Meep
Having a glass of wine a couple of times a week
Going on the tube in rush hour on Monday morning (I am a tad on the claustrophobic side)
Is it the pregnancy hormones?
Gah! Need sleep.