Milo's at his dad's for the evening, my mum and aunt are in my kitchen cooking a casserole and I'm on the sofa about to catch up on a bit of last night's British TV. Ahhhhhhhhhhh bliss. As you can most likely tell, the baby isn't here yet. Despite many a prediction and many a hope, he hasn't decided to join us quite yet and time is running out before my mum and aunt leave on Sunday afternoon.
In the hopes to kick this labour in to action, Milo went to nursery today and the rest of us got walking. Walking, walking, walking. I walked until I couldn't walk any more and on top of that I searched out the ingredients for a tea I was tipped to try out and I've just partaken of a warm cuppa!
Tomorrow morning I have an appointment booked in at the hospital with my midwife to do the latest checkup and see if there are any signs of anything happening. I must say that I am quite nervous about it. I'm not nervous about the checkup itself, it's all standard, but I am nervous about going to the hospital. I'll be meeting the midwife on the floor where I gave birth to Milo and where I will be giving birth to the baby and I haven't been through those doors since Milo's traumatic labour. I haven't been stressed about giving birth at that hospital for quite a long time now but I figured that when I walk through those doors during labour, I'll be more distracted by the pain than thinking about where I am so I thought it would be ok. Going there with all my senses in tact and with little to distract me is a whole different matter. It's a bit scary to be honest. On the plus side, it will be good to show my mum where the baby will be born should he actually arrive before she leaves on Sunday afternoon (she will be coming to the birth) so that she can know where the canteen is and such.
Please keep your fingers crossed for me people. Here's hoping this baby gets a move on!
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