A very good morning to you all. It's another beautiful day in the flat, farming land that is Norfolk and I am not at work. I have lots to do but have started the day by doing precisely nothing. Have had a late breakfast, tickled the cat's belly, read the paper etc. I will get on with the housework today but I'm easing myself in.
Went to my friends's yesterday (who had the miscarriage) as it was her dd2's 1st birthday. She, true to herself had gone all out and worked hard to produce a stunning bbq, things for lots of little people to do, drinks, entertainment etc. I stole a bit of time with her to chat and she's lost what was obviously the baby (God I remember how heartbreaking that bit is) and it is buried under a rose bush in the garden. She's devastated obviously and coping with the 'it's for the best', 'you already have 3', 'you can try again' comments in true British fashion and nodding and smiling. She's very admirable, I'm just waiting for her front to drop and will be right round there to catch her. She's leaving the brood with DH and coming to stay for a couple of days this week. Will waddle round the shops with her, drink tea and try and help.
My Mum's coming for the day on Wednesday (the day on which I am officially allowed a homebirth and have beaten all the other women in my family). We're going shopping and I'm desperately trying to make sure I get everything that I've forgotten. Only big thing I need is a steriliser but also need nightime towels for once the big maternity monstrosities are used up, arnica, liquid savlon, some more raspberry leaf tea, scratch mitts, gingerbread and nursing bras. I think- frighteningly- that's it.
The ILs are in Venice as of today and am under strict instructions not to have the baby this week. Not to worry, I think this baby's coming in June anyway.
Started to feel slightly panicky, convinced the baby won't like me, that DH will be horrified by how hideous I am post-birth and will run off with a young lithe police constable called Krystal with a K, I'll overeat through sadness and put on 30 stone, won't be able to lift the baby and will end up living under a rock talking to my friends the gingerbread folk.
Starving hungry today, off to look for crisps I think...
Hope everybody's well!