Fi I'm getting kicked and punched all over my tummy - down the left hand side, down the right hand side and I'm positive I'm being kicked in the fajita from the inside. When I collapsed at the Doctors she had a wee feel and said she thought baby was head down and back to back, all the other checks have come back with her breech back to back so I honestly have no idea what the hell is going on!
Belgian You're lucky that's all your Mum told you! My Mum told me that if we had all been named the way the Beckham's named Brooklyn (by where they conceived) then I'd have been called Caravan and my sister would have been called Lay-by-on-the-M6
Also - CONGRATS ON THE JOB!! I'm so proud of you, well done
My day has been utterly woeful. Hubby works for a govt dept doing major restructuring so his job was re-advertised. The applications were paper-based only with no interviews, he's dyslexic and of course didn't get the job. I'm absolutely livid as this means he's back in a temp post despite having an outstanding report and being given a bonus for exemplary work this year. I call discrimination but he's not happy about going to his union.
Then, my electricity went off at the back of 11 this morning, Scottish Power told me it was because there was a fire in my substation and I shat a brick because our substation is IN OUR BACK GARDEN. Luckily (!!) it appears they were talking bollocks but it took until 6.30pm to get my power back on. I am massively unimpressed.
THEN I called NHS24 because DDs impetigo hasn't cleared up despite her almost finishing her abx, the nurse on the phone said it sounded like she has hand, foot & mouth which is when the penny dropped and I remembered DS2 got a letter home on Monday saying HF&M was doing the rounds. Checked him too and he has sores on his feet and in his mouth already, pharmacist confirmed the diagnosis.
Just to cap all of this off, hubby's new dept won't allow him to take any time off over the next couple of weeks because they're snowed under. This is despite them knowing he has two sick toddlers and a heavily pregnant wife. I am a bawhair away from calling his HR dept and going postal.
Happy bloody days. I told hubby that we're booking into a spa next weekend because I need it to recover from all this.