As the title says, nowt happening here folks.
Every morning I walk into the office and my boss says, 'Not you again!'
Colleagues are still coming up to me and saying, 'Have you had the baby yet?' or 'I hear curry's good,' or 'Evening Primrose Oil - guaranteed' or 'You know what's supposed to bring on labour, don't you, eh, eh?' nudge nudge, wink wink.
You want to know something? Until the baby's finished cooking, she's not leaving, m'kay? Curry, sex, pineapple, evening primrose oil, raspberry leaf tea (which, by the way, I am told tastes vile), Primavera oil, going for a walk, wishful thinking and saying mean things to the baby all share the fact that they're utter cack at starting labour.
I'm bored stupid at work. As I know that some time soon the baby must be born, I'm not taking on anything big or essential. Consequently, I am doing stupid, trivial things that don't really engage my attention.
Every evening I leave the office and my boss says, 'Well, if it happens tonight, just let me know and good luck.'
I reply, 'Yup. See you in the morning then.'
Then I come in and K___ is sitting there looking bored herself, too full of baby and too tired to move and just wanting the whole rigmarole of pregnancy over and done with.
I know that one day in the next two weeks things must change from this, but right now, we're both feeling like K___'s never going to go into labour. She's even said, 'What if I never give birth? What if I just get bigger and bigger?'
We have agreed she should go into the circus.
Every morning I walk into the office and my boss says, 'Not you again!'
Colleagues are still coming up to me and saying, 'Have you had the baby yet?' or 'I hear curry's good,' or 'Evening Primrose Oil - guaranteed' or 'You know what's supposed to bring on labour, don't you, eh, eh?' nudge nudge, wink wink.
You want to know something? Until the baby's finished cooking, she's not leaving, m'kay? Curry, sex, pineapple, evening primrose oil, raspberry leaf tea (which, by the way, I am told tastes vile), Primavera oil, going for a walk, wishful thinking and saying mean things to the baby all share the fact that they're utter cack at starting labour.
I'm bored stupid at work. As I know that some time soon the baby must be born, I'm not taking on anything big or essential. Consequently, I am doing stupid, trivial things that don't really engage my attention.
Every evening I leave the office and my boss says, 'Well, if it happens tonight, just let me know and good luck.'
I reply, 'Yup. See you in the morning then.'
Then I come in and K___ is sitting there looking bored herself, too full of baby and too tired to move and just wanting the whole rigmarole of pregnancy over and done with.
I know that one day in the next two weeks things must change from this, but right now, we're both feeling like K___'s never going to go into labour. She's even said, 'What if I never give birth? What if I just get bigger and bigger?'
We have agreed she should go into the circus.
Mum to be.....I've so been there. Those final days where you are just ready to be UN-pregnant; ready to not share your space anymore!
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Good luck!
Apparently 98% of people manage to squeeze out the baby by the end of week 42 (although presumably this has a lot to do with people caving in to pressure for induction)so Suzy, you're special you are!
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