Oh dear.

I turned into a bit of a crazy woman today. This morning on my usual 5 mile loop, I started to notice that I was experiencing quite a few Braxton hicks. By the time I got home and had rested with a big glass of water, they were still coming strong, and with some cramping. I spent the morning working at my desk but no amount of sitting down was helping. After lunch I had to leave the house as we have a cleaner who comes on a Thursday afternoon, and my plan was to continue to work in Panera Bread. Well, I was contracting like crazy in the car and so I called my midwife.

The midwives' nurse gave me a bit of telling off for not taking it easy and for not listening to my body. Indeed I am supposed to be working half days, but that has been absolutely impossible and instead of working half days I've been working all day and all evening. She asked me pointedly if I wanted to end up with a very preterm baby and of course I do not.

I sat in Panera waiting for the midwife to call me back, drinking lots of water, cramping still coming, and by the time Kristen called I was in such a panicked frenzy. We talked - I sobbed - and I said that rather than come in that I would go home and lie down and see what happened. It helped, but not entirely so I called back my midwives and spoke to another midwife, Ellie - who though is great - is not my favourite (she is not that warm and fuzzy). She asked if I wanted to come into the hospital or to wait until morning...

Well, I decided to wait because I probably have an UTI or it's probably nothing at all and I'm already seeming like a crazy woman, I'm sure. I'm still having lots of BHs, still sick, still tired, still worried. Tonight I tried to off load some work and I'm in the process of attempting to back out of an article I agreed to write, but which is already late, and I've been totally stressing out about it. I feel terrible about it, and honestly a bit of a failure in respect to my academic life. 

In lovely news, my lovely friend Jen has offered to throw us another shower. I wasn't expecting it at all and was lamenting the fate of the poor second baby who doesn't really get much celebratory time. We're totally moved by Jen's kindness, who hosted and put on our shower when we were expecting the Boy Wonder.

And here is is... this photo totally cheered me up when Dani, the nanny, texted me it. What a happy boy.