Well, last night I really thought things were happening! I was having these 'tightenings'/braxton hicks/mild contractions whatever the heck they are from bedtime onwards, and they were getting quite painful - QUITE painful. Woke husband up and in his sleep-fug said "let me know" then went back to sleep which I took to mean stay where I was (in bed) and persevere as obviously not the real deal yet. I was getting quite pleased with myself as I coached myself through dealing with the pain, and at around midnight got up and hurried out to make up Elizabeth's nappies. I'd left a basket on the landing with some half-made terries and night nappies awaiting paper liners, and remembered that there was a new roll of liners in the baby's room, so made them up, then gingerly opened Elizabeth's squeaky door and stacked the nappies in the cupboard, put the night nappies on the rack and put her wrap in her drawer. I tenderly pulled her duvet up over her and kissed her thinking 'this is it - I'm going' then went back to bed, and remained having on-off pain until 4am. Pah!
This morning I've felt rubbish - headachey and tired. Went to the loo at about 11am and saw evidence of a show, so felt that a trip to Sainsburys might be a bad move. Was doing a bit of sweeping and tidying and had music on with Elizabeth dancing and helping etc, then sat down and really felt like I couldn't get up again such was the tiredness. Took some paracetamol before lunch and had a shot of caffeine, and that plus food seems to have helped me to feel a bit more normal again.
Dad's just been over - he said he's exhausted so goodness knows how I feel. Exactly! So, will this be one of the last postings of 'First Time Mum'? Hopefully not too much longer now!!!!
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