So it appears that the nice, bidable child I sort of hoped baby3 might turn into isn’t turning into anything like – presumably this also means he won’t sleep… super
This morning means I am more pregnant than I have ever been (assuming that the dates were right, I think there may be a couple of extra days but that’s what happens when after about 7 years of charting every blasted fertility sign you stop because you aren’t going to have a baby…)
I’ve upset my mother by suggesting that the regular as clockwork calls at 8.30 to ‘just check in darling’ might be starting to make me feel nuts, people I really don’t know terribly well have started sending me messages to ask if ‘master muddling’ has arrived yet and a friend who isn’t even due until JANUARY has had her baby…
The last few days I have been so convinced that something was kicking off but it doesn’t come to anything – I can be really quite uncomfortable for a while, even take paracetamol and then it all tails off. Mr M is getting heartily sick of being woken up by me pacing around the house in the wee small hours
Frustrating is not the word
How on earth do I get things to settle down into something that ends up with a baby?
Yes I’m scared of the fact it is going to hurt but surely that isn’t stopping things kicking off?
Yes I’m worried about the midwife but I think Mr M and I have got a decent plan in place?
Do I need to send the girls away for the night? Or the day? Long walks haven’t helped so would going out somewhere be a good idea?
Answers on a postcard please – before I start crying over the lasagne again