Just lay there clock watching until I realized His Lordship was also awake, as was His Furriness. The moon was high in the sky outside. A cat was causing a ruckus in a nearby yard, causing bong-head's rottweiler to let forth a few warning baritone woofs. My doctor suggested that when I wake up like that, unable to resume sleeping, that I get up and make a cup of warm milk. I explained that that is impractical in a tiny asbestos shoebox house like ours, with paper thin walls, and creaky wooden floors on stumps.
Every sound is magnified to wake others.
I must Google up some literature on pregnant women s huge oxygen intake and make him read it. I might try filling the picnic basket thermos with hot milk and water before I go to sleep tonight, and setting up bed on the sofa bed in the lounge with thingy, the thermos and a torch nearby so that if I wake up unable to sleep again, I have something to occupy me until the milk takes effect and gets me sleeping again. On my old dinosaur PC with the internal modem, in my old flat, you could do that. I suspect it could be something he's doing in the middle of the night which is waking me, actually. I feel it's a male conspiracy.