They say even the best laid plans of mice and men can often go awry, and in this case I am the man and Baby Candy is the mice. I mean, mouse.
Here was my amazing mind map I did on Sunday night detailing how I would spend my leave:
Program is: Simple Minds on iPhone and for Desktop. I really like it!
Yesterday, on the first day of my maternity leave and what I thought would be 4-6 weeks of over eating and complaining about daytime TV I went for a routine check up which ended up in a visit to the ultrasound department at hospital 1, then a transfer via ambulance (how jerky?!) to a bigger hospital 2, where they basically confirmed that Baby C has not been growing as one should and needs to be ejected!
It was not the plan – in fact I have been so busy with work and other things this year that I had no hospital bag, no birth plan, and very little has been sorted out. Mr C is the same as me, we both have limited time in the evenings and weekends to get things done. How much do I wish I went on leave earlier now?! We only ordered our buggy yesterday! (Birth Plan is out of the window now, I wanted a pool and everything as natural as possible but it’s not going to happen as the baby will need constant monitoring – safety first).
At 36 weeks and 4 days (as of Tuesday, today!) we’re not looking at a super premature baby, but certainly (they say) a fairly tidgy one. Also, I write this whilst I have a few moments at home after begging them to let me come home for the night and pack my FIVE hospital bags (don’t ask, I hate hospitals, I just want everything with me cos I feel like a prisoner!) and also to sort out the kitties, have a good wash and hoover etc.
Cos next time I step into this house, God willing, it will be the three amigos – every step I walk, they’ll be a little potato following me and every decision I make, they’ll be someone else that will always come first.
Well, until they turn 15 and HATE ME SO MUCH and block me from following them on Twitter.
Wish me luck! See you on the other side!