Still alive, kind readers. All my grand plans for writing a nice long catching up post over the weekend were foiled by a tummy bug. At least I think that's what it was. Basically, it felt as if I needed to have the world's most massive expulsion of wind (by one means or another)- and could not. Coupled with vomiting, heartburn, a low grade fever and dizzy spells. Meanwhile, Caveat decided to shift into a position that felt as if he was doing handstands on my bowels. All in all, not the best of times. I drank about a gallon of water and spent several hours on my hands and knees with bottom raised in a most undignified position, and that finally helped a bit. I'm feeling much better today and recently ate something for the first time in over 24 hours.
The good news is that I am heading into my last week at work. I was planning to work up until the end of week 36 but then discovered quite by accident that I am entitled to what amounts to another week of paid annual leave. As things stand, I was already carrying over four weeks of leave into next year and so I don't feel too guilty about scooting off a tiny bit earlier than anticipated. It should hopefully free up some of my time and energy. There is Christmas to prepare for, amongst other things and I am not too sure how much longer I am going to fit behind the steering wheel of my car.
Caveat remains head down, not yet engaged. The GP thinks he is still back to back- and certainly he is fondest of kicking that one spot on my right hand side under my ribs. I managed to unearth my old gym ball from the dark dustiness under the bed but realised it's probably not big enough to really fit the bill as far as correctly positioning my knees below hips. Happily, a few days later I found this giant retro space hopper in a local charity shop for a couple of quid. I look like a pillock sitting on it- but it's very comfy and it has the side benefit that we'll be able to bound around the garden on it in the spring.
It is good to hear from you. Hmmm, so, if I'm doing the math right, if you were planning to leave at 36 weeks, but are heading into your last week because you found you have an extra week coming to you, that must mean you are 34 weeks, give or take? How is that possible?! Didn't you just recently announce that you were, in fact, with child?
Why do others' pregnancies go by in a flash?!
Posted by: It Is What It Is | November 14, 2011 at 03:31 AM
Glad to hear you feel better.
Last week of work - music to my ears ...
Posted by: Lut C. | November 16, 2011 at 08:15 PM
Sorry about the bug. Ugh! Glad that's sorted now. I can't believe you're so close to the end of your pregnancy. Amazing!
Posted by: Sara | November 17, 2011 at 02:08 AM