31 weeks, less than 9 weeks to go!

I'm getting quite scared now. I'm still panicking about not being ready in time but should bubs arrive now we'd have enough to manage and Nigel could sort the rest. I'd just prefer to be able to organise everything myself. It's all about lack of control.

The last week or so has been really difficult for me. I'm getting tired after the shortest activity. The walks to school seem longer and harder each day. My patience with the children is at an all time low. It makes me wonder how I'll cope when bubs is here. Nigel is struggling too. He has very little patience with the children and although they have been badly behaved it's wearing me down, all the arguments. This weekend has been awful with him. He was the one that convinced me that we'd manage just fine with 3 children when I was having doubts but already I'm wishing the weekend over so that it's just me and the children during the week while he's at work.

I'm still travelling back and forth to the hospital and getting conflicting information and advice from the health professionals. I'm losing faith in Ipswich hospital and I suppose that it's putting extra strain on me. In a way, I'm wishing bubs would arrive sooner than 19 May but deep down I know that it would detrimental to his health to arrive so early.

Well, enough of the moans and whinging....

I'm off to bed to watch Lark Rise To Candleford. One of my weekly guilty pleasures!!

So, here we are at 29 weeks with less than 11 weeks to go!

I am by no means prepared and that's not like me at all. I'm not too concerned because I was convinced that my last two would be early. Molly was 13 days late, Charlie only came at 39 weeks because I had an elective c-section.

We have a date for bubs birth and if everything goes to plan he should be with us on 19th May.

Time is going fairly quickly now but only because of so much happening lately.

Father in law was rushed to hospital 2 weeks ago, my Nanna taken to hospital last week, the children had chicken pox, we went away for my birthday and our anniversary and in amongst that and the normal day to day stuff I have fortnightly scans and blood tests to fit in.

I have been incredibly tearful and hormonal this time around. I'm putting it down to being so tired and busy with Molly and Charlie but it's becoming embarrassing. I'm crying at everything!

It is lovely getting to see my son every fortnight and to know that the pregnancy is progressing well but it's just so time consuming and tiring getting to the hospital and back 2 days a fortnight. I also have to make sure that it fits with pre-school and school runs and everything else. Everyone seems to think my life would be much easier if I could drive but I don't think it would make much difference on days like that. I know when we've travelled with Nigel in the car that sometimes it's just as quick to get a bus.