Just one of those days... I'm 28 weeks and since 6am DD has not once drawn breath.
I have had a tough fortnight pg-wise (very breathless, fainting spells, all very thoroughly checked out but nothing to be done except wait to have the baby!)
Even getting up and crossing the room is taking a monumental effort, have been trying to keep DD occupied (6yrs on half term) but having an "only" (not for much longer mind!) is so wearing sometimes. I just cannot find the energy in me anywhere for making this fucking train out of a cardboard box. Oh crap here she goes again, something terribly wrong with the masking tape apparently.
Have a weekend of visits lined up with my overbearing family, loads I should be doing but frankly I just want to get into bed and stay there.
I'm not even dressed yet because my handful of maternity things are in the wash and my tummy has got past the "improvise with normal clothes" stage.
Can someone please help me laugh at myself.