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Week 35 – Monday-Thursday Monday 20th February – Thursday 23rd February 2006 Monday: Well, best get on with emptying my desk and my email-inbox of everything in preparation for my last week of work - just eight more working days after today! Tuesday and Wednesday: Well Tuesday passed fairly quickly and uneventfully at work. The baby is wriggling a lot, I think she is uncomfortable when I have to sit all day in my maternity jeans, as they are starting to cut into me and squish me quite a bit. There's point buying new ones though as in about a week I can live in tracky bottoms and pyjamas. I saw my GP on Monday night, she really is lovely - so personable and chatty. She told me something very interesting that nobody else has mentioned before: I've got reeeeeeally bad stretchmarks and they are quite painful, sometimes I wonder if my skin can actually stretch anymore. Apparently this is because my skin has become very thin - a side effect of the steroids. I've been on steroids at quite a high dose for a year now and my skin has become very thin so it's stretching badly. This piece of knowledge doesn't make it hurt less or make it any better, but at least I know why my body is behaving in yet another strange way! Bloody steroids, can't wait to get off them. On Tuesday evening Hubby and I washed all the baby clothes then had lots of fun hanging them out and marvelling over how tiny everything is. We also cleared out the cupboard in the nursery so it's is now beautifully organised. Hubby laughs at me as I get so enthusiastic and happy when I am organising and tidying! It's just so lovely to get everything sorted and ready. There's still lots to do in the flat but we're definitely getting there. I even packed my bag for the hospital (though still need to get some mars bars or something to put in there..!) and we picked out the baby's coming-home outfit (I'll stick a picture up.) On Wednesday I worked from home in the morning, meaning I got a lovely lie-in until about 8.30am and didn't have to endure the tube. It also meant that I could make a slight dent in the suddenly enormous pile of laundry we've got - where did it all come from?! Considering I am living in about five tops and ONE pair of jeans we seem to generate a lot of washing! We had our last antenatal class in the afternoon on home/car safety and post-natal care. It was all common sense but was interesting nonetheless. I just hope I don't go into labour during office hours - the parking is horrendous and we always have to park outside of the hospital grounds and walk in, not something I want to be doing with contractions! Tonight Hubby is cooking stir-fry and I will probably end up scoffing a ton of biscuits, oh dear. But I intend to sit down and relax and maybe start to enjoy my last week and few days left at work before my life changes so dramatically. Thursday: Back to work today and have returned to utter madness. Does nobody realise that I have seven working days remaining in which to do everything? The managers I work for seem to have gone into meltdown (or denial) and are throwing everything possible at me - I just don't have the time to do it before I go. Plus I don't have the brainpower to do it all, my brain no longer seems to work in the same way, I forget simple words, simple procedures, codes, telephone numbers, names... I am also extraordinarily clumsy, which makes mornings a nightmare. Before I've left the flat I have usually walked into the bed, bashed an arm on the bathroom door, dropped all my pills as I try to pop them out of their little metallic casings, spilt milk, dropped a spoon...It's driving me insane, I need to be on maternity leave!! I hardly slept at all last night, my tummy grows every day and needs a pillow propped under it as I lie on my side in bed, so every time I roll over I have to wake up, register the need to move, grab my pillows and shift them to the other side, then heave myself over and readjust all my pillows. Then I have to do the same an hour or so later. Plus there's the getting up to wee and the WEIRD dreams. Last night I dreamt that my father-in-law and stepmother-in-law looked after our baby for the first two years of its life then gave it back - they had taught it to call us Uncle and Aunty and I was furious. I was also determined that I was still going to try and breastfeed, despite the fact that the child was now walking, talking and eating solids. It was SO bizarre. By 6am when the alarm went off I was ready to sleep for the rest of the day - but of course instead I had to drag myself here through the snow and London Underground (I'd like to say thanks to the bald idiot-man in the priority seat this morning who looked at my enormous belly and then settled happily back to his newspaper for the rest of the journey.) God I sound soooooo grumpy. Probably because I am. Ok, ten things to be happy about:
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