Sleeping, waking up, feeling rubbish, getting dressed and having breakfast, trying to work out where the bus I need to get goes from, wondering why I feel so exhausted.
Because your body is supporting two life forms? Put your feet up!
Sleeping, waking up, feeling rubbish, getting dressed and having breakfast, trying to work out where the bus I need to get goes from, wondering why I feel so exhausted.
I spent much of the last two hours throwing up, and the two hours before that and the two hours before that....
*Note to self. When going out all day on the hottest day of the year do not take a ham sandwich that sits sweating away for hours in your bag*
*eyes suspiciously*Plumber's been to fix toilet that wouldn't flush - all good now
Plumber's been to fix toilet that wouldn't flush - all good now
Going to midwife appointment and finding that while everything is fine, baby is breech and has been for several weeks. He might turn yet, but if he hasn't turned by 35 weeks they will probably be looking to book me in for a caesarian.
Good to know that there are options though - does this mean your daughter was a vaginal breech birth, or did she turn? :
oh yes, I remember now you mentioning him before! Aye, let us knowCheers for the good wishes about the old man, although tbh I'm more worried about my dad. My grandad is a bastard of the highest order and has done nothing but fuck up everyone's lives for the last 60 years - if he is dead or hurt and alone, it's his own doing, completely. My dad, on the other hand, really doesn't need to be dealing with this right now.
I will update if anything happens
Update: he's dead. Police found him sitting in an armchair with his eyes shut, so probably a stroke or similar. How nice for him that after 80-plus years of nothing but bastardy he gets a quiet, peaceful exit from this world, while someone with everything to live for has to be tortured to death by his own body.
At least my dad seems okay. Think I'll go down and help him sort shit out, he could probably do with the company.
Aye, that's good advice. Fuck knows what we'll find when we clear out his flat This is, after all, the man who inadvertently introduced me and my brother to porn: he was babysitting us so fucked off down the pub, leaving us to go insane with boredom and tear his flat apart looking for something to do - we discovered his stash of skinflicks and the inevitable occurred. It's very confusing watching The Story of O when you're 6.