Week 10

What a week.

Friday (19th), the midwife came over. I wasn't overly impressed with how it all went to be honest. Lots of questions about my past pregnancies/miscarriages, talk of paying for a private scan to check for Downs Syndrome because of my age, she was unprepared with her leaflets/info and hadn't bought any to give to me and I was told not to call the number I had been given incase she was driving!

Maybe I'm just a bit sensitive at the moment with hormones all over the place. It's not been the best pregnancy so far compared to sailing through the first few weeeks with Stefan and I am feeling sick and tired all the time.

Anyway - because my cycles had been so long post MC (38 days) she couldn't give me an exact due date, so I could be anywhere from 14th-24th May. The scan at the hospital will be able to tell me more. So, I might be a week behind or a week infront of where I think I am at the moment. I'd also forgotten about the needle thing at this stage too. Lots of blood was taken, and I hated every minute.

On Sunday evening Mum came over to stay. I had a nice restful morning on Monday while Mum helped with Stefan and the housework. Chores all done, we decided to pop to Mothercare to get some bits I needed for Stefan - Wellington boots for nursery rainy play days mainly. We parked up, and we both noticed a strong smell of petrol. Yep - I had sprung a leak. Great. When we got home, I booked the car in the garage for the following morning and got on with lunch for the three of us.

After lunch, poor Stefan took a turn for the worst, completely out of the blue. He started to burn up, throw up and look generally unwell all in a matter of five minutes. I managed to rock him off to sleep and placed him in his cot, where he slept for a good couple of hours.

In the meantime, the leak on the car was getting quite bad and petrol was leaking into the road. I was quite worried at having to drive it, so I called my breakdown cover and arranged for them to tow it to the garage. I'm not sure there was any petrol left in it.

Stefan woke up and was a little bit brighter, although he was sick again. After a clean up and a drink, he seemed on the mend, so Mum went home. An hour later at 4.30pm, Stefan was unwell again, hot, tearful, sicky and just wanting to be cuddled, I was begining to worry about him. At the same time, the pick up truck arrived to tow my car away. Trying to have a conversation with the driver was difficult with an upset, sick child in my arms, yet he was insisting that because the garage closed at 5pm, he needed me to go with him to push my car keys through the garage letterbox if they had already closed when he got there. He was not at liberty to do so, and needed a sign document (or something?? I was more concerned with Stefan than my car at this point) In the end, I told him there was no way I could go with Stefan being so poorly, so I left him to decide what to with my car. Either take it or leave it, I was passed caring!

I watched him from the livingroom window hitch my car to his truck and as he reversed out, he bumped my car into next doors' car. Great!! Thinking he'd get out and have a look, I opened the front door to see him drive off! As I didn't hear anything for the rest of the evening, I presumed my car had been left at the garage.

Stefan didn't improve and he was hot and lifeless most of the evening. By 7pm, I asked Margaret next door to come and have a look at him as neither of us had seen this in Stefan before. We stripped him off and cooled him down with a flannel, gave him some Calpol and called NHS direct for some advice. He did finally go off to sleep in his cot wearing just a vest and a cotton sheet. In the morning he was back to his normal happy self. Phew!

As Stefan was much brighter on Thursday (25th) and Darren was on half term, we drove down to Braintree to see Ray and Sarah and the twins. It was a nice break as we stayed in a hotel overnight, and spent all day Friday with R&S. The twins are so teeny tiny, and gorgeous. Can't wait to have baby No. 2 now.