Three evenings ago, while The Boyfriend was working a late shift, I decided that it was about time I got myself Hospital Ready. At 37+6, Little Pea could be putting in an appearance any time soon, and although my hospital bag has been packed since we went on holiday, I have been far from ready to go.
For a start, I’m still waiting for the nesting… Continue reading
363 days ago I was in tears. They were tears of frustration, of despair, and of fear. I was due to be induced. The Baby was late. She had made herself far too comfortable and didn’t want to move (sadly, this was not a sign of things to come).
I, however, was far from comfy. I… Continue reading
…wish people would read signs!
You probably know (by my incessant whinging) that I returned to work this week. I work in a little ‘hospital’ – it’s not really a hospital; it only has one ward, and a handful of out-patient clinics. I work in the X-ray ‘department’ (it’s just me) in a corridor shared with the Minor Injuries ‘department’… Continue reading