.....it has happened.

The exhaustion has kicked in big time, along with the serious brain mush. Seems I can't stay awake for more than a few hours at a time, and when awake there seems to be so many things to remember to do that everything gets muddled and forgotten. I can't even get it together to take some half decent photos of all the recent pressies :(

I need to remind the people at the Students Loan company, for instance, that I'm too poor to pay them... otherwise they'll attempt to take money from my old account with the nasty, nasty black horse logo bank who will then try and charge me stupid fines.

I also need to fill in a trillion forms to claim all the extra benefits that giving birth when poor brings yet it's more forms..... More Forms. Arghhhh! Seems like a pointless waste of my rare waking hours, filling out the same information over and over again, when all I want to do is knit and then sleep some more.

Slowly, emails are being answered. If you haven't heard from me be grateful that I haven't sent you a string of nonsense!

Baba is excerting the pressure - making me wonder if my pelvic bone can take much more. I'm looking forward to the birth now... shit scared about how my life will change afterwards, but not scared of the delivery. I have a strangely good tolerance to physical pain, and have been remembering my good vibe and positive mantras for the day. Ha!

We can't wait to meet this little offspring of ours, must say. Tom is getting rather excited, which wears me out a little, bless. I can't wait to hold Baba.

Ramble, ramble, nonsense, nonsense.

Oh, and I have a sneaky suspicion that I've got the iritis back again :( I'm not surprised, being as it loves to crop up when I'm at my weakest. I haven't the energy to get to Moorfields to have it checked, so will have to find some other place more local. Not sure if they can even treat it right now, as I'd need dilater drops and steroids. Bummer.

Suppose I ought to get on with these rotten forms and then pack my hospital bag. Only 2 weeks 'till that due date.....

AuthorWoolly Wormhead