Good morning.
Aah, lots of faces this morning. Not chez SOH though, I'm annoyingly happy today for several reasons. Mainly Tescos deliver food this evening. See, simple things, simple minds. I like having food in the cupboard! Ordered lots and lots of fresh fruit- my current craving and am going to make smoothies and fruit salad with glee. Might make icecream. Have also ordered the stuff I think I want for my homebirth- lots of lucozade sport and straws for me and herbal teas for midwives. Going to choose some cakes to bake for early labour too and stock up on ingredients tomorrow. Pool arrives tomorrow on the day I am finally allowed a homebirth. Only tiny gripe today is that I can only sleep on my left hand side. On my back the baby crushes my spine, on my right hand side I lose all feeling in my right leg and get cramp. Farking annoying at 3am.
So who wants to hear about my dream from last night? I dreamt that me and Scoot both went into labour, didn't want to do it alone so met up on a beach halfway between here and there. Our DH's entered a sandcastle competition, became extremely competitive and Scoot's dd ate lots of sand. After a while we decided not to give birth, bought icecreams and paddled in the sea. So, my lovelies it has finally happened. I have taken that final irreversible leap off my proverbial rocker.
Cut DH's hair for him this morning (we don't have hairdressers in Norfolk, you have to go to the sheep shearing place and ask the farmer to oblige) and was tempted to shave something rude in the back of his head like 'I'm a big numpty'. Some twonk at his place of work has told him that there is prostaglandin in semen and if ingested can kick start labour. If he even dares suggest that he's 'only thinking of me' I'm going to impede his ability to partake in the creation of our second offspring. I suppose I should be grateful that he still finds my swollen, cracked, stretched, aching body remotely attractive. However, I'm not grateful. He can go and sleep in the cat basket and I'm getting a room with my beautiful, lovely, satisfying but enormous and hard, ever-ready bottle of Gaviscon.
Anyway, hoovering to be done, laundry to be flung in the direction of the washing machine. Hey up, Mathilda's awake and doing the time warp...