Again at 2am last night I woke up thinking, ooh, oooh, is this it? as my pelvis and hips ached and ached; but it was only standard aches and pains and after extensive shuffling around and repositioning pillows and cushions I went back to sleep. It helped backing into the sleepy embrace of BF who has a normal body temperature that surely defies science, and who, it turns out, works quite well as a heat pack on achey hips. I repaid him this morning when the toddler woke up at 6am (we need to decorate his room and get some sodding black out curtains pronto) and I ended up getting up with him as he was just howling, while BF slept. I did the nursery run and then went back to bed at about 9, as BF got up feeling pretty grotty (legacy of flu, and sleeplessness from work worries and (no doubt) pregnant ladies stealing his heat in the middle of the night).
At 2am though I was getting slightly anxious about the fact that my iPhone had almost run out of juice, that BF didn’t yet have the phone numbers of all the people we’ve got lined up to help in case of middle-of-the-night disasters, and the fact that in the decorating mess I haven’t got all the post-birth paraphenalia that helps. So this morning I headed into town and stocked up on ghastly but reassuring things like knickers-you-don’t-have-to-worry-about (well done M&S) and waterproof mats. Hmmm, should I be using one of those even now? What’s the chance of waters breaking while in bed? Hmm? Or am I tempting fate by even thinking of it? But I really don’t want to ruin my new memoryfoamanddown mattress topper.
I also had my eyebrows threaded, which, with last week’s haircut, and having painted my toenails, means I’m Good to Go, cosmetically (actually give it another 12 hours please for my eyebrows to calm down…). Have taken some time out this afternoon from reorganising study to scan in some old photos from albums. It left me considering that in my twenties:
- a) I was a lot thinner than I thought I was and really could have dressed with slightly more femininity than lumberjack shirts and cords delivered
- b) my ‘gamine’ haircut would have been a bit more effective if I’d recognised (a), and also noticed that Jean Seberg (see pic) carried it off in A Bout de Souffle accompanied by some strong eyeliner. Why didn’t I wear any makeup? I just looked like a puffy-eyed prepubescent boy most of the time.
On the plus side I suppose I am, bearing in mind the very low start, improving with age. Long may that continue.
Now then baby, what are you up to in there? Shall we have another biscuit?