Oh heavens, I was sure it had only been a couple of days since I checked in, but it seems I've missed yards of posts...
Am knackered and determined to get an early night as have to get up at like 5.30 or something equally hideous as DH is away with a work thing so I have to do the whole morning routine on my own, get DD to nursery and self to work in time for a very stressful 9.30 presentation (which means I probably have to try and fit in blow-drying my air and putting some make-up on...). I'm dreading it and convinced I'm going to be horrifically late. That's quite pathetic, isn't it?
Short catch up - Manda your juror duty sounds heavy - and probably just what you didn't need. The guys sounds like a total slime-ball, but unless he's actually and categorically broken the law I guess there's not much can be done. I hope if he ever tries it again he gets a good kick in the knackers, at the very least... Here's hoping he chooses to mend his ways or I'm inclined to think in a very Old-Testament kind of way about such people.
Sarah You've a lot on your plate honey - I hope the hospital sorted out something sensible so you could get your meds and be with your daughter - it doesn't sound like it should be an impossible thing to achieve, does it, but I imagine in involves negotiating yards of red tape... Hope you and DD are holding up ok.
rebeccacad - think you've absolutely done the right thing, work will cope and you have to put you and your baby first. Make sure to manage to enjoy your mat leave a bit and don't spend it feeling anxious or guilty about work ? 'tis not worth it, however lovely your employer might be.
I've probably missed loads of important stuff, please forgive me, I had to skim and am tired... I do recall lots of health grumbles, and feel for you all. My SPD seems to have plateaued at the uncomfortable and disruptive to sleep stage, and it really kills when I've been walking a lot, but since it's a way shy of the crippling pain many people seem to get, and I'm not suffering with anything else, particularly, I'm couting my blessings and keeping quiet.
I went to my first antenatal refresher on Monday - seem like a nice bunch all in all - but my gosh, what a spectrum of first borth experiences with the lady who had a 'silent' labour at 31 weeks, didn't knnow until her waters broke, went to hospital to discover she was 10 centimeters and ready to push, but that the baby was breach and so ended up having an emergency CS (she's worried because she doesn't know what a contraction feels like...) to me with my 42 week monster baby and literally everything in-between... We had GD, IUGR, 2 hour labours, PPH, nearly giving birth in the car en-route to hospital, the works. Quite an eye-opener. It has made it feel all a bit more imminent, I have to say...
Speaking of which, can you all please stop talking about hospital bags please? I don't even know where the bag is, let alone have anything to put into it... suspect all pertinent items are in the storage unit (helpfully). But anyway, this baby is not permitted to come early as we have to move house first, so it's not an issue. OK?
House is coming long, but it's going to be a race to the finish and the last bits seems like a logistical nightmare - everything is dependent on everything else so as soon as one thing slips it all comes down like a house of cards...
It also seems unlikely that I'll manage to get booked at Kingston, which is where I'd hoped to go ? apparently they're really busy and unlikely to accept me at this late stage. . Also couldn't self-refer, depsite what The Whittington said, so have had to register with a GP locally so they can refer me - it's all a bit palarver.
So I have been officially discharged from the Whittington (although still have growth scan there on the 29th ) and am not booked anywhere else, so am currently without hospital - which makes me a little anxious if I think about it, so I'm not [head in sand emoticon].
Don't want to go to St Georges (especially after hearing horror stories at antenatal on Monday) so may end up at St Helier, which I now little about, but apparently has a brand new, (literally just opened) birth centre which is getting rave reviews. We'll see, I suppose.
Bit gutted though, as I kind of had my heart set on Kingston... .
Anyway, very much looking forward to finishing work at the end of the month, as the commute is killing me, but a little daunted at the propsect of moving into a probably half-finished house the same weekend and trying to make it habitable for us, a toddler and a newborn...
But I'm trying to think of it as "nesting on steroids"...
Oh, and clingy toddlers? Have re-named DD 'velcro girl'. Still wailing when I have to leave her at nursery, and otherwise never less than about a foot away from me. Doesn't want to go anywhere: "I jus' wanna stay in da house wiv you Mummy. And hav cuddles and watch Shek". It's kinda cute, but y'know, there's also stuff to do, and it's becoming quite tricky with the constant hanging off my legs and "Up! Up!" pleasding... And she's quite heavy, actually, so I can no longer stick her on my hip and carry on regardless - not least because I can no longer accurately determine exactly where my hips are...
Right. Bed. Now.
Nighty night.
db
xx