Quick Update
This baby is trolling me.
3 days of false/pre labour, and counting. Good Friday was the more convincing day which had me calling around people and bothering the hospital. The problem with Easter weekend of course is that not only are the planned potential baby sitters for bub out of town, but so is pretty much anyone else we could call on at short notice in the middle of the night if required.
Anyway, B-plan was found and put on alert, then contractions disappeared overnight.
Sat and Sun have been milder, but still with plenty of cramping, backache, nausea, exhaustion and the odd contraction to keep me from doing much useful with my time.
Anyway, no need to waste the weekend for Bub and Dad. They went swimming yesterday, and out to a good playground today. What better way to make a troll baby hurry up than to send my hospital ride away? Alas my ploy was not successful, but at least Bub is getting to have a lot of fun.
He got his Easter chocolate today, and once again I am impressed by his restraint. Didn't hand it over until morning tea time because he is 3, chocolate would be a legitimate breakfast, but he's managed to spread them out over the day and still has one left for tomorrow. Each time he ate a couple he would inform us he was saving the rest until later, and even told his dad that he should do the same with his eggs.
(Because I have long suspected I have a troll baby coming, I actually had Bub's Easter stash purchased and ready to be served by any random babysitter several weeks ago.)
Meanwhile, the cats are if anything even more attentive to me. Applying themselves as kitty-heat-packs, and generally sticking close.
A little while back I bought them a new, much bigger, cat tree so they have the option of getting away from toddler and baby when they need to without going into hiding. At first it looked like Bub was going to be the main user - the lower reaches have been a car, a train, a bus, a workshop, a shop, and various other things. Then Abby discovered the virtues of the high sleeping box, the toy mousie, and being able to peer down imperiously at the toddler trying to reach her with a stick.
The last couple of days have seen Ella do the same as she hangs out in the lounge with me, so I think we can now call it a success.
And now my back is hurting again, so I'm off to feel sorry for myself with a heat pack and some mindless TV. And probably a cat.
3 days of false/pre labour, and counting. Good Friday was the more convincing day which had me calling around people and bothering the hospital. The problem with Easter weekend of course is that not only are the planned potential baby sitters for bub out of town, but so is pretty much anyone else we could call on at short notice in the middle of the night if required.
Anyway, B-plan was found and put on alert, then contractions disappeared overnight.
Sat and Sun have been milder, but still with plenty of cramping, backache, nausea, exhaustion and the odd contraction to keep me from doing much useful with my time.
Anyway, no need to waste the weekend for Bub and Dad. They went swimming yesterday, and out to a good playground today. What better way to make a troll baby hurry up than to send my hospital ride away? Alas my ploy was not successful, but at least Bub is getting to have a lot of fun.
He got his Easter chocolate today, and once again I am impressed by his restraint. Didn't hand it over until morning tea time because he is 3, chocolate would be a legitimate breakfast, but he's managed to spread them out over the day and still has one left for tomorrow. Each time he ate a couple he would inform us he was saving the rest until later, and even told his dad that he should do the same with his eggs.
(Because I have long suspected I have a troll baby coming, I actually had Bub's Easter stash purchased and ready to be served by any random babysitter several weeks ago.)
Meanwhile, the cats are if anything even more attentive to me. Applying themselves as kitty-heat-packs, and generally sticking close.
A little while back I bought them a new, much bigger, cat tree so they have the option of getting away from toddler and baby when they need to without going into hiding. At first it looked like Bub was going to be the main user - the lower reaches have been a car, a train, a bus, a workshop, a shop, and various other things. Then Abby discovered the virtues of the high sleeping box, the toy mousie, and being able to peer down imperiously at the toddler trying to reach her with a stick.
The last couple of days have seen Ella do the same as she hangs out in the lounge with me, so I think we can now call it a success.
And now my back is hurting again, so I'm off to feel sorry for myself with a heat pack and some mindless TV. And probably a cat.