Not Ready

The last 24 hours have been very strange. I have had moments where I have actually thought just maybe the scary concept of premature labour was starting, followed by moments of 'Don't be so bloody stupid woman'.

Ever since I went to bed last night I've felt off. Looking down at my bump I've come to the conclusion that it's further away from my head than it was yesterday - and Dr Google says that this could possibly be the baby dropping into position.

The change in pressure on my abdomen and the fact that I've been getting Braxton Hicks all day (and frequently too i might add) sort-of sealed this possibility in my mind. Also now there is the added bonus that almost every jab and kick Dash makes is uncomfortable and sometimes quite painful.

So at some stage have I bothered seeking proper medical advice? Not yet. I have thumbed through the hospital booklet and debated late this evening if I should just let them know I'm slightly freaked out... But I just keep trying to imagine that this will pass and I'll be fine.

You may be relieved to know I have made a deal with my mad-self to contact my Obstetrician first thing in the morning if it doesn't get any better. Promise.

You never know, I may end up visiting those lovely midwives overnight and give you another update on the story tomorrow. But let's hope not.

I don't want to meet Dash just yet. We're not ready for this. I want him to stay put and grow a little more first...

xoxo