The Day After Tomorrow

There is a three-word entry in my diary for Sunday:

Baby due date

So, if you find it’s gone a bit quiet here, you’ll know why.

It’s not much of a secret that we’re getting fed up with the waiting now. H is extremely uncomfortable, no matter whether she sits, stands or walks around. Neither of us is sleeping very well at all, with the result that concentration has gone out of the window and we pass chunks of the day in a zombie-like trance. And we know that it probably will not get any easier in the next few weeks, with more sleepless nights and the novelty that is a smelly nappy to contend with.

You have to wonder why people volunteer for this sort of thing.

UPDATE: Not more than half an hour after writing that, Hels became concerned that things were kicking off. So we phoned ahead and went to the hospital (a 30 minute journey from here). H was attached to monitors and given a trace and lots of prodding, but it proved to a false alarm – nothing had started and the baby was acting normally. So we relaxed, came back home and actually had one of the best night’s sleep we’ve had in the last week. But it does all keep you on your toes.

7 Replies to “The Day After Tomorrow”

  1. Inevitably, I’m thinking of you both and wishing you well, whilst at the same time trying not to think about anything to do with giving birth. I notice that JonnyB’s baby has finally emerged, and I am given to understand that first babies tend to be late. If I’m uncomfortable at 18 weeks, I can’t imagine how it must feel for Hels – I wish her a speedy, easy, idealistic birth and can’t wait to hear the news.

  2. consider the whole “keeping you on your toes” thing practive for the next 18 or so years of your life! I’m sending good vibes your way!

    (btw – it was me who did the whole “bahkeywhop” thing or whatever name i chose to “anonymously” leave the wanker message on your site for the entry about the president bush law thingy – sorry if i offended!)

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