Thirty Two Weeks. Three Days. 53 Days to go.
So what do you do when your stuck in bed trying to process the mountain of information the doctors are telling you?
- Dial 61391 100 times trying to get your tv connected for a massive $11 a day – did someone say rip off?
- Try and eat all 7 hot things on your lunch tray before the time slot is up… FYI NOT POSSIBLE! I hid my roll and biscuits in the top drawer.
- Hide food in the top drawer for later… Apparently thats a no no, hmm and tea doesnt store so well!
- Listen to the kiwi’s (new zealand folk i should say) accross the way winging about how their new son may have red hair… Isnt that child not beautiful and healthy? Isnt that enough for the moment?
- Fart, dont do it no matter how much you need too… Not only does it woft – there are no sound barriers here!
- Forget too write the time slot on your pee sample – they will make you pee again!
- Think about names some more, ask husband about names some more… Can you believe we still havent finalised that yet? Poor george wont have a first name!
- Have a nana nap… Like thats going to happen, im in the maternity ward! Babies crying… Something i need to get used to id say.
- Try and get comfortable… Not possible, just not possible!
- 10. When all else fails… Watch Dr Phil… Oh thats right you cant get hold of someone to connect the tv!
