‘Will you please hurry up and get something ready?’
‘We’ve got ages yet.’
‘No. You. Haven’t.’
‘Of course we have!’
‘You could go into labour ANY MINUTE NOW!’
‘Can you please get SOMETHING ready? Anything?’
That, my friends, is a panicking, melodramatic 14-year-old worried that we won’t be ready in time for baby’s arrival.
She might be right.
I mean, we’ve now hit 32 weeks after all. And Baby 13 will be here in six weeks (and two days) at most.
On the one hand it means that we still have six weeks (and two days) to prepare.
On the other hand it means that we only have six weeks (and two days) to prepare.
Depending on my mood, I am complacent or… ah well, at the moment I’m still only complacent. Panic hasn’t hit me yet. I can’t help wonder whether it will.
I suppose I should pack some kind of hospital bag or something. Or at least gather a spare toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, just in case. But then again, they’re nothing that Mike can’t pick up when he’s filling the car with fuel at the garage.
Clearly Caitlin disagrees with our complacency.
Ah. Six weeks (and two days). Plenty of time.
I still don’t have a clue whether the baby is a boy or girl. You know those women who swear blind they knew the sex from the moment they got their positive pregnancy test result? That’s not me. My hunch though, is that it is a boy.
Oh yes! We have news!
We have names!
We’re not completely convinced by our choice of boys names but the girls name is set.
And no, we’re not telling you.
Heartburn is still rife. Nights are becoming increasingly uncomfortable, not helped by me struggling to breathe thanks to the coldy fluey thing still lingering. My hips now go numb and I need to rearrange pillows for my legs to rest on in order to get comfortable. Then I get comfortable but my bladder gets called into action. Then I get back to bed and have to rearrange the pillows once again before settling, only for the heartburn to take over. It’s like my body plays tag with different symptoms of discomfort – a game of ante-natal Bop-It for the body if you like.
So back to pregnancy complacency (read: laziness). Did anyone reading this take things a little too easy and get caught out by the birth before any preparations were made? Would love to hear your tales if you did!