Hi Lacks and welcome back - you are ace and told you you could do it! Re: walloping DH in the bist, why wait for next Halloween? Do it now if you feel like it! Very not jealous of your huge and impressive piles - please don't put a photo on your profile no matter what the post-baby hormones tell you to do... I am still calling mine Finlay if its a boy, so we may have a pair of Fins in a bit.
If it doesn't hurry up I will call it Bernard even if it is a girl. Especiall if it is a girl.
Obs hugs and sorry you're feeling crappy too. Really sorry to hear about the hypo and please tell your DH he needs to get a grip, you need support with diabetes and a newborn, not a bloody lecture. Again, yes it is hard for the men but about 1/100th as hard as it is for us so it would be lovely if they just took a minute to stop feeling sorry for themselves and work out that at the moment it really is not about fragile male egos for once (been having to deal with own DH being a bit neurotic this evening, can you tell?). Seriously big hug coming your way.
Personally I for one would just love the strains of a newborn at the mo', ta! The one I'm lugging around under my ribs would be tops as at least that way I would weigh less and grunt less frequently (more would be impossible).
MM I had a tiny bit of blood in my goo tonight! Very very excited about that.
I went shopping with DH this evening to get some necessaries and to get the hell out of the house and had a funny turn with contractions in Boots AND M&S. And NOONE came to see if we were okay. The prescription guy in Boots asked if we were waiting for a prescription as I was sitting on the prescription chair but didn't ask DH if I was okay or if we needed a hand or anything. Tcha - wanker. But now at least I have a secret weapon - I have purchased RLT and am going to have some tomorrow morning (I thought about tonight but don't really want to spend all night contracting without sleep).
Okay ladies, here is my plan for the rest of the week:
Tomorrow - do sod all and contract regularly. Make flapjack and do laundry if energy levels last. Have bath, sleep, eat chocolate, lactate inadvertantly, check pants for goo. Give birth if at all possible.
Wednesday - 39 weeks - yippee fucking doo!Same as above, firework display in local park from 4-9, go if not giving birth. Try not to get pickpocketed or stabbed by local yoof. Cry and phone mum if not given birth. Nag DH about finishing bloody bedroom.
Thursday - Midwife visiting me at 9:30, try to wee in sample pot, ask for internal exam and sweep and beg for referral to consultant for induction due to SPD (wildly overstate pain suffered), cry, eat chocolate, go to IKEA with MIL for nursing chair, give birth if not already done so.
Friday - Sleep, give birth, shag if think it will help, cry, phone mum, go to pictures to see Quantum of Solace, faint/have waters break in dramatic fashion in cinema lobby.
Saturday - Book appointment in Swiss euthanasia clinic. Have baby if not already done so.
Don't anyone ever tell me I don't have goals!
Night night and hope all babies appear as if by magic and relatively painlessly during the night. Sod this pregnancy and birth business - where's that stork I used to hear so much about, eh?