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!!