Wishful thinking, but...
...I was kinda hoping that I wouldn't be doing a 39 weeks post.
However, there are no signs of baby coming out and this is in spite of my daily 'make the baby come out' activities.
These include but are not limited to:
- jogging - well waddling quite quickly with the dog
- sex - ha! not likely
- hot curry
- pineapple - eh?
- bouncing - on a ball, I'm not mad
- cleaning - well maybe I am a bit mad
- gardening - I found one of the builders socks yesterday...how can you lose a sock? and,
- hoofing huge amounts of food down my neck - you know, to keep my strength up during labour!
This hoofing of food has caused me to develop a serious addiction to Snickers, hope I get over it. I even bought a four pack with my shopping this week - I have NEVER bought a four pack of chocolate bars before - and I'm not happy sharing them with Mr P either! Pregnancy is a strange and wondrous thing.
|top: gap dress: dorothy perkins|
Mr P had to have a word with the builders and tell them politely to get lost after they spent all day fannying around with the heating on Monday (and still not fixing it), so they have been told not to come back until after the baby is born.
This is a huge relief and has meant that I have been able to relax a bit more this week, even if I am busy with 'make the baby come out' activities.
I've also tried to fit in some revision time as my final exam is on 11 October!! Yes I'm planning on taking it, which probably puts me back in the mad category again. I've arranged for a home invigilator so I won't have to travel and they allow a feeding break (for the baby, not me, although...). So I'm hoping that aside from the massive amounts of revision that I won't do and facts about the two world wars that I won't learn, it shouldn't be too stressful.
Wishful thinking again.