Hurry up... and wait

I'm fighting the urge to clean every inch of the flat with a toothbrush... that should help kill some time surely... Too bad I've not the energy for such things. Other more furry members of my family tired themselves out running like a mad-dog around the terrace this afternoon and are now resting in a donut shape on top of a blanket... perhaps that's the right way to do this... The weather here today was unseasonably warm at 17 degrees which meant it was very condusive to helping dry the three loads of laundry I did... It's times like this that I am reminded that my wild ways of London living are truly a thing of the past. Not that it's a bad thing, but I've sure changed gears... there is no doubting that! Other parties are doing their best to scrape out their last few days of freedom by enjoying the multiple bread and butter parties that are littering the city this weekend. Change is sniffing around the corner and I think we're all a bit hesitant to face it..

After

Four... count them, four! Trips to the dr's this week I'm happy to see that the weekend is now not far off. Today's 9am jaunt to the hospital was for the 'anti-stress' test. They give this to you just before you are due to make sure that the sprog is not showing any signs of distress that may require them to induce you... I did it in a room with two other women who looked so much more pregnant than I do. They were of course both miserable and complaining about how they could not sleep and how they could not wait for their babies to arrive... It was all a bit creepy to be honest... Three women in one room, bare bellies exposed... with two monitors strapped to them. They gave us this buzzer thing to push every time we felt the baby move... The creepiest part I guess was the audio of three fast beating fetal hearts that the machines emitted. I felt kind of like I was in some sort of stepford wives situation... Back I go again to repeat the test next Friday (my actual due date)... sigh, I guess this part really is the most taxing time... waiting can just never be hurried no matter how fed up you are!

Mum has booked her flight and I am so overjoyed to report that she will arrive next week Thursday. My terrible fear is now that the baby will not arrive... and that the month period she is due to be here will be spent waiting until they finally agree to induce me. They don't schedule inductions here until 42 weeks... I feel ill just thinking about it. Ah well... lets hope the new moon on the 22nd brings us some action... if not I will be quickly whipping out the raspberry tea and all the tricks that old wives tales tell you that will help induce labor.

So apart from all this baby business... there is actual office work still to be done... and lots of work at that. I'm frantically trying to get stuff organised for the office before I go...