Now don’t worry, but I’m heading to the hospital…

These were the words I heard at about 16:00 Friday afternoon. But not for the reasons I had expected. Wifey hadn’t felt the baby move significantly for almost 24 hours, and feeling worried, she called the labour ward and they told her to come in.

She text again when she got to the hospital with her mum as I was leaving work, and as its almost an hour commute home and then a 40 minute drive to the hospital we’d see what the situation was when I got home and whether to come down and meet her.

Thankfully as soon as she got wired into to monitors the baby started some Kung-fu moves (possibly to do with the fact that she’d climbed the three flights of stairs to the labour ward instead of getting the lift!) and after an hour the nurses and doctors were satisfied that mother and baby were ok and she could go home.

These events are getting closer and closer to the real thing, and although terrifying, the steps do help the mental preparation for what I know is coming.

The rest of the weekend was much less eventful. Some last minute baby shopping preparation and collecting and fitting some new lighting in the kitchen on Saturday, and a bit of gardening and a friends BBQ on Sunday.

Back to work tomorrow and the waiting game begins again…


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