The doctor informed me yesterday that I’ll need to talk to the consultant about another early delivery. This is not really a surprise given that a) it’s what happened last time (hence use of the word another) and b) I am 25 weeks pregnant and asking her for serious pain killers. My maternity leave started unexpectedly early a couple of weeks ago and though at the time I was very upset about it (who starts maternity leave halfway through a pregnancy?) I’m now bloody grateful. When DH discovered me asleep upstairs in an armchair because I was unable to get out of it (he was walking the dog and didn’t hear me call) he immediately insisted I be dispatched to the MoneyPit. Our ‘weekend retreat’, though removed from our lives and the life of the PD here in Greater London, is at least all on one level. The PD and I depart in the morning. I shall be dropping the WH at kennels en route, and am looking forward to going to bed at the same time as the PD, not having to worry about stairs, not having to spend all day without earrings because I left them upstairs; that sort of thing. I’m hoping it’ll restore my spirits- even the Mothership has noticed my stress levels, and she lives in Ethiopia.
I’m not sure how I’ll cope without Sky+ and the internet for several days, so I’m confident that I’ll be back soon!
Go on! You know you want to tell me what you think!