TLC - I thought I was in labou 4 wks early with DS - infact was admitted into hosptital (on christmas day
All wnet quiet again though and DS1 arrived on time.
I have started to get frequent runs of painful contractions and I convinced that 'this is it'. They seem to die away again thgough.
If you walk around when you waters have broken then I'm pretty sure you will be 'dribbling'. You can also talk to your hospital - the widwifes will be bale to alk you through and understand if you are really on the off! Good luck either way.
DSkid - my Dad got a job in Nigeria so I guess it wasn't just my Mum's decision (my dad died when I was 17) and she's quick topoint out. However my feeling is that it s all about the choices you make. DH would never accept a job away from home regardless of how much money. To be far my Dad came from an air force background where t was normal to send your children to boarding school. many of the mothers of such young children stayed in the UK with them until they were at least teenagers and old enough to go.
Mum says that (a) I wanted to go (I was 9 -boarding school to me was minight feasts and Malory Towers); (2) I had a scholarship to one of the top schools in the country and the oppounity to have a superb education. Indeed I did and I do appreciate that - however I could have that in many places.
This was before the age of mobile phones and proper telephon lines to Africa. I would speak to parents only when I saw them in the schoold holidays. Half term and my one 'exeat' (weekend away) per term were spent with my neighbours (a miserable experience as they woldn't let me visit my family home, next door).
Mum also says that I never told them I was unhappy (our letters were censored /read before we sent them when I wa at the prpe school) and that if I had she would have come home. I recall telling. the only time I remember been given a choice was when when my dad died shortly after starting my sixth form. I chose to stay as I had changed schools (something I had really fought for) and was happy in my new school.
There - wave of self-pity over!
Time to go pack my hospital bag, sort the baby clothes, put the Moses basket back together (I took it apart stupidly to clean it and cant quite remember how to put it back together again), tidy the house for another viewing and stop the boys from trashing it.