Oh well this is fun. Due to what the midwife thinks is probably a defective heart rate monitor I have had to go to the hospital for monitoring.
This is improving my day no end. It is right on bloody lunchtime and I am hungry!
And I am pretty sure the baby's heart is still beating, bearing in mind that that is generally a pre-requisite of the legs moving. And I know the legs are moving as they are currently kicking me in the ribs about 10 times a second.
Maybe they can dispense with the arsing monitoring and get the bloody baby out. Isn't that their job? Isn't it?
[arse face emoticon]