Hey all, sorry I have been awol for a bit, just trying to catch up with you all.
Holiday was ok, far far too hot, no sleep due to my dear mother's obsession with not having the aircon on, ah well, her house, her rulez, luckily we hired a car and got out and about for some nice days out
Whiling away my time now til I go back to work on the 4th sept. Got keys to new house, but still currently have no car so feel at a bit of a loss as to trying to organise things to move in... really would like to get started on painting the nursery so there is time for it to air and stuff before we properly move in. Also it's a darn sight bigger than the place we are currently in and I am worried that our furniture is going to literally all fit in the front room. Not a stealth boast, this house is not in an area I would like, and is far further away from work, any conveniences, our wonderful dog walker (goodness knows what is going to happen to my poor doglet in the three week overlap between moving and the start of my maternity leave) etc. It's just worked out that as it belongs to family, it would be cheaper than to stay where we are. Sense my enthusiasm.
Still not had growth scan, midwife cleverly booked it for last week when I told her quite explicitly the dates I would be away. Seeing her tomorrow so will hopefully organise one then. Found out another friend is due the same date as me, and she is also pretty much double my bump size. Just feeling glum and worried.
Think someone else mentioned irrational rage... I currently have that in spades. Eg. Dp changed the bed the other day and the duvet looked all crooked. I got highly irritated, tugging it this way and that to try and make it look even and not crumpled up, iyswim, and it took me half an hour to realise that he had put the old duvet set on that fitted our smaller bed so no wonder it looked weird... guys, I called him a stupid thick fucking idiot, slammed the bathroom door so hard that I broke the handle (opps) and then sobbed for half an hour. And then went outside and had a cigarette (which I had completely given up since finding out, and made me feel ill until the next morning, then made me cry more because I thought how the baby would feel). Arghhhh.
And I am only 31+5, there are at least 8 or so more weeks of this to go. Either that or the poor baby will be so fed up of me and my irrational moods that she will come early. And if she does, I am woefully unprepared.
Boo. Sorry for long and grumpy post.
Going to go and look through the baby stuff now. Can someone post a list of exactly what they have packed in their hospital bag, so I know where to start...