The weather has cooled down and while I'm gleefully cheerful about everyone around me is ruing a summer break with out sunshine and high temperatures. Probably only the fire-fighters and pregnant women enjoy it as much as I have been.
Yesterday it was raining for most of the day and I took my son out to the shops to meet up with a friend who's been out of town for a week. It got us out of the house, and both of us the opportunity to get some exercise, though I was significantly slower than he was... But unfortunately even the walking wasn't enough to keep my blood sugar at the levels it's expected to be - up until this point I've been doing really well controlling the gestational diabetes with diet and exercise but the closer it gets to the end the harder it's getting. And it's not 'cause I'm eating any differently.
Anyway, we came home and the rain had slowed somewhat but the roads and my steep driveway were still slippery. I started driving up the driveway and my car started sliding to the side of the driveway... I was petrified - 9 months pregnant the last thing I needed was to be stuck in a car that fell off the edge of my driveway. I put my foot on the brakes, into gear and to my great relief the car felt like it was steady and wasn't going anywhere. I opened the drivers door and realised that there was no way in the world I was going to be able to get out the drivers door. I, with my 9 months pregnant belly clambered over the shopping in the passenger seat and got out of the car. I was shaking and scared and needed to get Master 2 out of the car as well. He had almost been asleep when we got home - not any more. Though he did try and tell me he wanted "Daddy get me out" of the car. I had images of the car falling off the side of the driveway with him sitting in it and was quite cranky with him as I ordered him to just get out of the car. Finally we were safely out and we clambered up the wet slippery driveway to wake up hubby and see if he could get the car back down the driveway safely. At this point our neighbours arrived home (we share this part of the slippery driveway) and were kind enough to give hubby a hand to get the car down safely.
Adrenaline rushing all I wanted was something strong and alcoholic.
Which wasn't the best idea so I settled for thinking about it.
Braxton Hicks Contractions
I can't remember when the Braxton Hicks Contractions started with my first pregnancy but I'm getting them everyday this time. They are incredibly uncomfortable and are starting to make the people who are around me nervous. Hubby keeps asking me if I'm in labour. Moving around and changing my position seems to help. Sitting up and leaning over are the worst positions and lying down on my side seems to be the best. I'm well and truly ready now - though Master 2 isn't quite so sure about it all. Not much longer now though. I'm scheduled for a c-section on Monday which is only 6 days from now. I'm a civil marriage celebrant and have a wedding booked in to officiate at on Saturday - so I'm hoping that nothing happens until after the wedding. Though I do have another celebrant booked in to officiate for me if things happen earlier than expected!
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