NotSheep

It’s been a quiet week, and it’s even quieter tonight - Barney’s off at Scout Camp. Scratchy is camping with them, and George and Freddy have promised to be helpful and cooperative and run the house for me this weekend. Normally I’d take that promise with a very big pinch of salt, but considering how well George did at Cub Camp last week and how well he’s managed this week, maybe they will actually be a help.

With Barney’s exams over, we’ve been taking the opportunity to relax - although I’m sure it would have worked better for me if I hadn’t been waking in the early hours of the mornings. I complained about contractions on Wednesday - but only because I knew they had no chance of actually being labour, although that didn’t stop several people sending me messages wondering why I’d gone all quiet later - it was because I was out! Yesterday was the busiest day - both cars were serviced, and I had to swop them over at lunchtime (the joys of two seven-seaters!) The friend I’d planned to visit wasn’t in though, and the weather was too changeable to really go somewhere like a playground, so filling in the time before collecting the second car was a bit of a pain. However it was very reassuring to hear from the mechanic that my new car had needed almost nothing done to it - they changed the oil and filter and that was about it, and they agreed with my assessment that we got a good deal

I’d a run of fairly strong contractions again yesterday evening, but I knew they weren’t going anywhere. It didn’t stop a couple of people on Facebook and Twitter getting all excited though, and the midwife who was out to visit today was encouraged by them and didn’t seem to want to believe my assurances that I would not be calling her out over this weekend. The baby was head-down this afternoon, although it could easily shift again. The sticks I pee on are all fine, and my blood pressure, although still up-and-down a bit, has been down to as little as 125/76 in the evenings, and I haven’t had a diastolic reading of over 84 in about a week - except when the midwife took it today! But all of that is at least getting everyone to stop panicking, which is a good thing. However I seem to be the only person who’s certain that this baby isn’t coming any earlier than the others - I haven’t even sorted through baby-clothes yet, but everyone else seems to be waiting with bated breath. Relax, everyone - there’ll be another three or four weeks before anything exciting happens.