It was lovely being out in the sunshine with Rafo and the pups, but as I walked I started to get fairly painful contractions very close together - though there was no pattern. For the rest of the day I was having a lot of painful cramping, and while the contractions seemed to stop when I went to bed, I continued to have the painful cramps throughout the night, so it was another mostly sleepless night.
I had my 37 week scan this morning. We'd planned to take Raf with us but I ended up going on my own for various reasons. I'll try and post a picture tomorrow if my scanner is working, but all looked good and I did get a few lovely pictures of the baby. In one picture it looks as though he's laughing. It's very sweet.
I hadn't felt great when I got up, and en route home from the scan I thought I was going to pass out from low blood sugar so quickly stopped off at Target and wolfed down a protein bar before I'd even gotten to the till to pay. I started to feel incredibly achy, and by the time I got home every single part of my body was sore as though I was coming down with the flu. I took myself to bed for most of the day and got up in the end to make dinner.
I actually feel incredibly low. Raf is basically the only person I've spoken to in the last 36 hours. I'm of course super, super happy that Toast is on his way, and I'm not even feeling impatient for him to arrive, but I suppose I am feeling ready not to feel physically so terrible. And now, since my mood seems to have followed my physical state, I have to admit that I am feeling quite fed up, and I think those around me are utterly fed up with me.
Mind you, this little kiddo cheers me up no end!