Hello, hello.
So lovely to meet you yesterday Scoot. All lies, by the way, about the glamour - unless a bit of eyeliner counts as glamoourous. I was huffy on the way home about how lovely you looked! How awful was the meeting - I mean apart from the fact it went on til 10.30? You poor thing. Oh and I realised after I got back to the car that I didn't even think to offer you a lift back to work. How awful. Sorry! I was just being a muppet. That said, my car is such a heap of sh'te and filthy to boot, that you were probably better off on the bus!
Pebble - am sending you lots of baby turning vibes. I read in my preg book last night about "visualisation" for turning breech babies. Anything might be worth a shot! Says that on an empty stomach, you should lie down on your back to create lots of room and for 10 mins, breathe deeply and slowly and visualise the baby turning around. BTW, better to have DH come home on a false alarm than miss it completely! I have visions of DH coming off his moped in his haste to get home. I'm hoping this baby comes on a weekend. Mind you, DH is quite good at "displacement". You know, where something really needs to get done, but they do something else as some sort of avoidance technique. I can also imagine him out digging over the potato plot telling me to text him every time I get a contraction.
Had a really bad night the last two nights. Very restless all night, waking up WIDE awake only a couple of hours after dropping off. In fact, last night, I had to lie there and practice my relaxation breathing as I'd woken up convinced I was going into labour. I even went to the loo to look for a show. Weirdo.
Been cleaning most of yesterday and today. I wish it was nesting, but it's not. It's "mother is coming to stay" syndrome. Tch. Sore feet, sore back etc. My mum usually goes mad cleaning for me, but when she's over I'm usually away (and she's minding DD) or I'm at least at work. COuldn't bear to sit here and watch her do it. Anyhoo, waiting for her to phone from the tube station so I can pick her up.
There was much intrigue and subterfuge about the whole thing. Very long story as to why, but in effort to avoid seeing her brother, I have had to pretend to my Grandma that I'm coming to collect her today. (She lives about 2 hours drive away). Mum in fact is "surprising" her and coming to get her - she hasn't told her mum she's over. I think the surprise will be "Hey, I'm here and you're not getting a nice lift up to London, you're getting the bus to the Tube station, going on a 60 minute Tube journey and you're only getting picked up at the end." Yep, I'd be pretty feckin' surprised if that were me. Anyway, I'm rambling...
Cut my foot this morning. Badly. Stepped over a broken ceramic plant pot whilst hanging hte washing (bottom of the garden is a bit of a tip at the moment) and sliced open the side of my foot. Didn't think it was that bad til I saw the pool of blood filling my Birkenstock. Yeuch. Had to squelsh back to kitchen and sellotape kitchen roll around my foot and then hop/ hobble upstairs to bathroom to find first aid supplies. Suffice to say that when you're at a stage of pregnancy that makes it hard to even SEE your feet, it's even harder to wash and dress the outer edge of one. Mananged to stop the bleeding with some alginate powder and cover it up. Then had to clean up the murder scene I'd left in the kitchen. I was not amused. I wonder does having so much extra blood in your body affect what happens when you wound yourself? It seemed awfully dramatic for the size of the actual cut.
SOH - You're tired because you're carrying around a baby 24 hours a day, plus you've been traipsing around London AND you went into labour. (All this aside from canoeing to Sainsbury's or whatever it is you were up to at the weekend.) Hello! It's no wonder you're tired. Give into it and go and have a lie down in the "stacks". I read that somewhere - the pile of books waiting to be catalogued is the "stacks"... Maybe only in the library I was reading about.
I wonder who'll be next to have a baby?
And where are all the missing people from the thread? Scoot and I were talking about them yesterday.