Still not on top form, still no baby.
Maddoc has gotten over his fever, which is great, and is back at nursery today. I’ve been sat here for two and a half hours and feel like I’ve got nothing done, nothing at all.
Am pondering going back to bed for a bit but have to wait for the ‘fridge guy’ to come. Our fridge thinks that it’s fun to freeze our fruit and veg whilst on the lowest setting…
I also feel like I’ve twisted my ankle but can’t remember doing it. Maybe I did it in a dream, falling off something and my brain still thinks it was real – or something.
Can’t you tell I’m anxious about new arrival? Only three days before we get the worrying three Scorpios in the family.