... whoops ... didn't want to end up in hospital... (and other tales)

Well it has been an eventful week of sorting out my priorities and making sure one takes care of ones self! 


I felt a little unwell on Friday whilst at the park with Monkey-moo and then the Braxton Hicks started (practice contractions for those of you who have a life outside kids and pregnancy!)  And they actually made me feel worse.  So Ella and I retired home to the sofa for our usual Friday afternoon film watching (and yes - it was Toy Story AGAIN!)

So when Greg got home from work and told me that we were to do nothing this weekend  - I really must remember that I am 7 months pregnant - I was actually pretty relieved.  So a relaxing weekend we had with a little shopping, some nice food and a gentle stroll in Greenwich Park. Then on Sunday evening I realised that the Braxton Hicks were actually pretty painful and... more scarily very regular.  I called the midwife and got told to get my (even larger now) butt down to the hospital to be assessed. 


Long story short (wish it was a shorter time than the 3 hours in hospital) I have a bladder infection - hence the pain and feeling unwell - and the Braxton Hicks were making it more painful.  Yes they were very regular but they were just Braxton Hicks... thank god!  So the little one is still cooking nicely..  I got a telling off from the Doctor that I am probably not looking after myself, and have to reduce my stress levels.  I know he is right! 


So I am off to court tomorrow...   that is a GREAT step in reducing my stress levels as an ex-employee from my last job is taking me (as an employee of my last company) to court for me refusing to pay him what he thought I owed him!  Don't worry.. the details are dull, but my god I could do with out that!

But I promise... I have made some steps in reducing my stress levels with very blunt emails to my current employer and a very blunt talk to myself about the fact that telly really doesn't matter enough to worry about it as much as I do...  we don't save lives here!  However I seem to have told myself that through out my career at some point.

I am currently reading a book called "Three Shoes, One Sock and No Hairbrush" by Rebecca Abrams which my friend Charlotte lent to me and she read when she was pregnant with her second - my lovely god daughter Matilda.  I have to say she did warn me that it isn't the most positive parenting book you will ever read, and I do have to agree.  It is all about preparing you for going from parenting 1 child to 2.  I am half way through so I will won't go on too much about it until I have made up my mind, but it does remind that I think some people do slightly over complicate parenting sometimes and can be pretty highly strung about it.  For example, I slightly lost a bit of respect for the author when she said she didn't attempt  to go out with both her children with out another adult being present until the youngest was 1.  What the...???  That is madness.  Most woman just have to get on with it... 

BUT the weirdest thing about this book is that Ella is obsessed with it. She wants to read it all the time...  (and sometimes the right way up!) which I find really odd.

Anyway going to sign off now as I am off to watch "Inside the Human Body" (BBC Thursday @ 2100).  Love it.

Heres to a stress free week ahead...