I was at DP's Mum's from christmas eve until just about ten minutes ago, hence my disappearance...
Oh the whole, a lovely time. DP got me a mulberry bag (well, ok, we were out shopping on christmas eve and he confessed he was having no luck wracking his brains. Actually, he's pretty generous but EXTREMELY unorganised which usually means everythin left to the last moment). We'd just walked into a department store and were walking past handbags when he says 'how about one of these fendi bags?' to which I said 'I'd prefer mulberry' and lo, it came to pass.
However, I started to bleed about 3am christmas morning right as we were 'fooling around' (and, no, had not got as far as 'the whole way'). He had been drinking and was all panicked 'oh, no, no, no! Do you want to go to the hospital?' and I made a split second decision not to. I knew if we went they would definitely admit me for at least 24 hours, not only ensuring I had an awful christmas but that lots of people would have their celebrations darkened by worrying about me and the baby. So, we kept it to ourselves, we me constantly checking on how it was going - obviously, if it got worse, we'd go. It seemed to follow the same pattern as before and stopped pretty quickly, and was just brown on wiping by mid-morning. Still, I really didn't sleep a wink and worried lots up until yesterday when all signs of there ever being blood had gone.
So, christmas day made for an exhausted and anxious day but I'm glad to not have inflicted those emotions onto other people.
My other two dc are home tomorrow (I had a little cry after speaking to them christmas morning but I think it's becuase of how tired and anxious I was - I was glad they were having a great time) so I'm hoping to get a lovely nights sleep in my own bed tonight.