The Walking Pregnant Woman Strikes Again

Ever since I reported these events I haven't had a problem with sleepwalking...or so I thought.

The last few days, I have been waking up and doing chores around the house and noticing that someone was using the guest bathroom and not flushing the toilet.  Now I would normally blame Johnny for something like this, but boys don't use toilet paper.  This could only mean that I had been doing it and not remembering it.

I mentioned this to Johnny, and he said, "Yeah, I heard you open and shut the bedroom door really loudly the other night and go into the bathroom.  I just assumed you didn't like our bathroom since the toilet wobbles."  So apparently, my unconscious, sleeping self prefers to use the guest bathroom at night.  The really weird thing is, though, that I also wake up in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom in our room, consciously.  

Johnny has decided that he's jealous of me because he thinks it's a pretty sweet deal to be able to get up in the middle of the night, in the dark, without tripping over everything on the floor, and go to the bathroom, all without waking up.  I'm just hoping I don't decide to go outside or something. 

The Night of the Walking Pregnant Woman

I have never had any problems with sleeping.  Aside from the mouth breathing of those plagued with allergies, I have never sleep walked or talked in my sleep.  At least not more than maybe twice in my life.

But lately, I believe that my pregnancy is messing with my subconscious.  A few weeks ago, Johnny said that I turned to him in my sleep, mumbled something, laughed, patted him on the head, mumbled the same thing again and then went back to sleep.

A few nights ago, I woke up at four in the morning, covered in a blanket, on a chair in my parents' basement.  A fairly complicated place to get to in the dark and while asleep.

Last night, I woke up to go to the bathroom and realized that the sweatshirt I had been wearing when I went to bed was no longer on my body and was instead on the floor of the bathroom.  I have no recollection of taking it off or of even being warm enough to want to take it off.

I suppose I would rather have this happen than morning sickness...but I'm a little worried I'm going to turn into one of those people who jumps out of a window or something.  At least we live in the basement.