And I ricked my back somehow after a mass house clearing event on Thursday (I think the words "Mass house clearing event" may have had something to do with it).
So I'm not traipsing half way across london on public transport then walking for 20 minutes to get to Stephen & Becca's and their very new baby brother to Spike, "Buzz" (I kid you not, although his actual name is something sensible and "B" oriented - Bernard, or some such). Nora and McK have gone out leaving me to sit relatively still and go downstairs and make muffins.
I will have to goo to Croydon tomorrow but that mostly involves sitting in a bus, then hopefully sitting down on a chair for an hour and coming home again, whilst McK wanders around an organic food fair.
I overestimated my current physical capabilities somewhat, and have now got to the stage, er, well, a bit, that I was in at about 8 months with Nora. What worries the hell out of me is - what if our original date estimation was right, and in fact he's more due at the beginning of April than the end of March? How could the scans be that screwed up? Maybe, just maybe he was actually a hell of alot taller than he should have been at that age?
God can you bloody imagine another couple of weeks at this level - *plus* then they'd want to induce, and it would actually be early! Agh.
At least the house is clear.
Posted by cait at March 18, 2006 12:08 PM