Waiting...
Here we are waiting for the child to arrive. I have had pesky false labour all last night which kept me awake (those false labour contractions are still ouchy). Just when, after 4 fours of monitoring contractions which were lasting for 1 minute each at 4 minute intervals, I thought that it could be time to ring Matt at work and wake up the Mums (Sheila and Cathy) and say WOOHOO, they petered out and I went to sleep. Very annoying.
Met a lady down the street today with a little one, and after some brief chit chat about how big I am, due any day now, actually OVER DUE, I asked her about false labour and, as it turns out, she had 2 days of it before true labour started for her. Well, at least it's a sign. I am hoping he will come tonight or tomorrow morning, as Sheila has togo home on Wednesday, and I will feel terrible if he doesn't make an appearance before then. I am also highly irritable, fluidy and fat and uncomfortable. It doesn't help that the weather has decided to be warm all of a sudden, which has turned my ankles into cankles and has reduced the level of feeling in my fingertips to 4/10. Woe betide the occupants of this house if they even so much as swallow too loudly when I am contracting!!!
Meanwhile, in the non-pregnant world, the World Cup soccer has started, and the general population here has gone a bit, well, fruity. That combined with some reasonably cheery weather has every man, woman and dog in tiny back yards with nary a shred of clothing on save some underwear slaving over these weird 3 pound disposable 'barbeques' they have here. Everyone is mighty cheerful and a little hung over seeing as England won their first match last night. There are more St George's flags in this neighbourhood than you can poke a stick at, and it is de rigeur to have a 'twin set' of window mounted flags on your car which either makes your vehicle look (depending on the size of the flags) like a dog with flappy ears or just plain ridiculous. Never the less, I feel privileged to be here while everyone is in such fine spirits. It's a bit like being in Sydney with that weird super nice euphoria that happened when we had the olympics, except no one is singing on the bus or stopping anyone to ask if they are lost or need directions, because if you can't find the nearest pub showing the latest world cup match then you are obviously aren't worth talking to.
Well, hopefully the next time I write it will be to spread word about our fabulous, smart, good looking and totally amazing son.
Met a lady down the street today with a little one, and after some brief chit chat about how big I am, due any day now, actually OVER DUE, I asked her about false labour and, as it turns out, she had 2 days of it before true labour started for her. Well, at least it's a sign. I am hoping he will come tonight or tomorrow morning, as Sheila has togo home on Wednesday, and I will feel terrible if he doesn't make an appearance before then. I am also highly irritable, fluidy and fat and uncomfortable. It doesn't help that the weather has decided to be warm all of a sudden, which has turned my ankles into cankles and has reduced the level of feeling in my fingertips to 4/10. Woe betide the occupants of this house if they even so much as swallow too loudly when I am contracting!!!
Meanwhile, in the non-pregnant world, the World Cup soccer has started, and the general population here has gone a bit, well, fruity. That combined with some reasonably cheery weather has every man, woman and dog in tiny back yards with nary a shred of clothing on save some underwear slaving over these weird 3 pound disposable 'barbeques' they have here. Everyone is mighty cheerful and a little hung over seeing as England won their first match last night. There are more St George's flags in this neighbourhood than you can poke a stick at, and it is de rigeur to have a 'twin set' of window mounted flags on your car which either makes your vehicle look (depending on the size of the flags) like a dog with flappy ears or just plain ridiculous. Never the less, I feel privileged to be here while everyone is in such fine spirits. It's a bit like being in Sydney with that weird super nice euphoria that happened when we had the olympics, except no one is singing on the bus or stopping anyone to ask if they are lost or need directions, because if you can't find the nearest pub showing the latest world cup match then you are obviously aren't worth talking to.
Well, hopefully the next time I write it will be to spread word about our fabulous, smart, good looking and totally amazing son.
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