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This post originally appeared in my old blog, www.the-alice.co.uk

There has been more of the drama llama in the H household this week.

As I am a clumsy elephant-footed type of person, I was very careful throughout the cold winter and slowly and carefully tiptoed in the ice and snow – no accidents. Goodness knows how I managed to fall over my own feet on Tuesday night and spectacularly hit the decks in front of a group of city boys by Old Street station. Ouch.

I went home for a remedial bath and some comfort eating, after an early night I thought I’d be fine. But the next morning I was having a few stomach twinges and I was convinced baby’s movements had slowed down. I went to my local GP where the not-so-kind receptionist made me cry, and with no appointments I hopped to the Maternity unit at the hospital.

One gruelling 2 and a half hour wait later (they lost my notes. Twice.) I saw a midwife and everything was deemed OK. I was sent home for bed rest (not before treating myself to a naughty McDonalds, shhhh I’d had a hard day) and felt very sorry for myself for the rest of the afternoon.

It was such a relief to hear that baby is OK – I really went through the mill emotions-wise at the time and felt so drained afterwards. This mothering stuff is hard!

Will came home with a lovely M&S meal of fishcakes, green beans and potatoes – yum. He totally surprised me with pudding and presented me with this:

For the last week I have been craving a banana split like my Dad used to make me when I was younger, but could not for the life of me find the ‘correct’ chocolate sauce (has to be dark chocolate!). Lovely lovely Will found the ingredients for me and surprised me with that masterpiece. It was delicious, I spilled it over my lap and didn’t care.

7 Comments
  1. Thank you both – it was very very scary but I’ve put measures in place (no more heels) to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

  2. You’ve gotta love Will. What a truly romantic thing to do.
    Don’t worry about receptionists making you cry. I think that’s what they are supposed to do. It’s in their job description under skills: reducing pregnant ladies and mums with infants to tears. I cried in Richie Street practice the other day. xx D

  3. Metmum – I don’t understand what it is when it comes to Doctor’s receptionists, I am yet to find a friendly one. Boohooh! I’m going back on Friday and am determined to stay strong and tearless xx

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