Hi Ladies
Still no bambinos in the night, and my 'post-prostaglandin pains' of yesterday have since died a death. I'm thoroughly bored now. I think being given an actual due date is dangerous for a pregnant woman, in the sense that you obsess over it and become frenzied if it passess you by! I'm 40+5 now and losing my rag.
TA, it's great that you've finally had your show, I keep looking out for mine, but nada. Baby is so quiet as well, worringly. I've just wolfed down some ice-creama in an attempt to wake him/her up, but to no avail.
Bloody midwife didn't even make an appt with me for this week, so I called today to ask what I should do. 'Oh, just call into the drop in clinic at some point', came the concerned reply. I know we may act a little precious about our own pregnancies and that they see the same old thing everyday, but I do wish they didn't always seem so bored by me.
Anyway, rant over. I hope you're all well ladies. I would love I am a shining example of earth-mother nesting loveliness, but actually, my house is covered in doggy-hair, sink is full of dishes and I've eaten 3 mini-packs of haribo and a chunky kit-kat on top of that ice cream
pingu x