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I'm 37+3 - eeeek, getting close now - and for about a week now I've been having some serious Braxton Hicks, general discomfort, and just not feeling 100%. Been telling anyone who'll listen that I am SURE this baby is coming soon and how I'm fed up and want it out, like, yesterday!
All the while my OH is going "yeah, but just keep it cooking a bit longer" and I've been getting quite snappy with him - "you don't have to carry the damn thing, it's not you that's so uncomfortable" etc.
Anyway so yesterday, my aunt is visiting, and I'm supposed to go for lunch with her, my mother, and OH. Wake up in the morning with all the signs of a horrendous migraine - flashing lines in eyes, face and hands feel numb, headache behind eye, feel sick. When they hit me, I get them BAD. All I can do is sleep them off/wait them out.
So OH comes in from dog's morning walk and I tell him how ill I am. He orders me back to bed, and off he goes to work. About an hour later my mother is in my room trying to force tea, toast and Calpol (I don't do well with pills - long story) down me. Weird for her, she's never normally so attentive... but anyway, I go back to sleep. I am going nowhere. She seems annoyed I plan to miss lunch.
OH comes back from work at dinnertime and I tell him there is no way I am getting up all day. Admittedly I am over the worst but I feel like death, my head hurts, I am worried about high blood pressure, and surely no-one will mind if I miss going out for Sunday dinner - after all, I am heavily pregnant and should probably be looking after myself... but somehow, through his powers of persuasion, he has me sat up and he forces clothes onto me (not gonna lie, I looked a state as nothing fit or matched hahahaha), and before I can really think we are walking - slowly - to the pub.
I'm pretty grumpy at this point tbh...
I walk in, and there's so many people there! Friends, family from all over the country. He'd organised everything himself. Even made a three-tier nappy cake during his lunch breaks through the week! Balloons in the shape of babies, a sash - he'd even had sweets and pens printed with the date and 'baby shower' on. Buffet, music, games, prizes... He hadn't even been at work all weekend, he'd been making up party bags and writing personalised thank you cards and setting up baby-themed games...
AND I ALMOST MISSED IT
All the while my OH is going "yeah, but just keep it cooking a bit longer" and I've been getting quite snappy with him - "you don't have to carry the damn thing, it's not you that's so uncomfortable" etc.
Anyway so yesterday, my aunt is visiting, and I'm supposed to go for lunch with her, my mother, and OH. Wake up in the morning with all the signs of a horrendous migraine - flashing lines in eyes, face and hands feel numb, headache behind eye, feel sick. When they hit me, I get them BAD. All I can do is sleep them off/wait them out.
So OH comes in from dog's morning walk and I tell him how ill I am. He orders me back to bed, and off he goes to work. About an hour later my mother is in my room trying to force tea, toast and Calpol (I don't do well with pills - long story) down me. Weird for her, she's never normally so attentive... but anyway, I go back to sleep. I am going nowhere. She seems annoyed I plan to miss lunch.
OH comes back from work at dinnertime and I tell him there is no way I am getting up all day. Admittedly I am over the worst but I feel like death, my head hurts, I am worried about high blood pressure, and surely no-one will mind if I miss going out for Sunday dinner - after all, I am heavily pregnant and should probably be looking after myself... but somehow, through his powers of persuasion, he has me sat up and he forces clothes onto me (not gonna lie, I looked a state as nothing fit or matched hahahaha), and before I can really think we are walking - slowly - to the pub.
I'm pretty grumpy at this point tbh...
I walk in, and there's so many people there! Friends, family from all over the country. He'd organised everything himself. Even made a three-tier nappy cake during his lunch breaks through the week! Balloons in the shape of babies, a sash - he'd even had sweets and pens printed with the date and 'baby shower' on. Buffet, music, games, prizes... He hadn't even been at work all weekend, he'd been making up party bags and writing personalised thank you cards and setting up baby-themed games...
AND I ALMOST MISSED IT
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- but bless 'em, apparently they all love me regardless coz we had a great turnout. Apparently my stepmum turned down an invite, as did my half-sisters - but most of my oldest and dearest friends and lots of our family either made the trip, or sent lovely cards. 
