Hello all - thanks for the raspberry leaf tea info as well, I will have to get my hands on some! plu I hope your loo is fixed soon, there is nothing worse than plumbing stuff and the plumbers always suck their teeth ominously before proceeding to bankrupt you in a clinically efficient manner.
Well I think you and DH and my midwife are all in cahoots to make me start mat leave right now. DH came along to my 34 week appointment this morning and when the midwife said she thought I really should give up work now, DH chipped in and said "yes I agree and so does everyone on mumsnet!!" I think it's going to happen - just have to break the news somehow to the partner and sort it with HR. I do feel rather pathetic not even making it to 35 weeks in the office but as the midwife said, no one gives out medals for making it that long, and not everyone has a long commute like I do!
Luckily MW was totally reassuring - looked at all the notes from the weekend, and said there was absolutely no reason a homebirth won't work out. She even managed to explain the localised pain and soreness that was one of the reasons I went to hospital - apparently when a baby is breach (as mine was until it flipped and thumped hard into my cervix, causing the loss of fluid) sometimes some of the uterus gets jammed between the baby's head and your ribs, bruising it from the inside, which matches exactly what I was feeling and in the right place too. She suggested arnica and paracetamol which are working a treat. Mmmcheese she measured me as being 34cm - two days ago the midwife in the hospital measured me as 38cm and I'm definitely no smaller today than I was two days ago, so it seems like it's only a useful measurement if the same person does it each time. Also I've put on exactly 11kg since my booking-in appointment which is good, I hope...I think that's about 1st10lb?
Can't remember who said they were feeling massive pressure down below but I certainly feel that - walking is quite uncomfortable especially when combined with the SPD. And also (poss TMI) I can no longer tell whether I need to pee or not - there's no urge, it just hurts.
Finally we got our rears in gear and drove to a place just outside Oxford and bought a red and black baby jogger city mini with a raincover and fleece footmuff, a car seat with a click-in base, a changing mat and manly looking messenger style changing bag. I think we got off pretty lightly for £400 total - some of the prams in there were twice that much just for the pram alone - I thought DH was about to faint when he looked at the iCandy Peach (which also weighs a ton). We did look at a Maclaren but it was so much heavier than the city mini, harder to fold and laughably too big for our Ford Ka. Now just need a drop-side cot to make a sidecar co-sleeper thing, a beanbag and some plastic sheeting for a homebirth, and I think we'll be ready.
Then we went to Atomic Burger on Cowley Road and stuffed our faces to reward ourselves for our efforts, DH is now playing me songs on his ukelele and I am debating how best to word my "don't think I'm coming back to work" email to my boss...