Tired of Waiting

Well I thought I’d join in with the recent return to Blogger, of a few trusty virtual pals, by posting another blog.

So I’ve been feeling reet awful the last couple of days. I have no idea what’s up but I’ve just been feeling absolutely drained and everything I eat disagrees with me, I haven’t actually been ill I’ve just felt ill. I think the lack of sleep may have simply caught up with me as I’ve done fuck all but sleep over the past two days, sleep and drink Gaviscon right out of the bottle....... yeeeeeeeuch! Damn you heartburn!

There just seems to be so much to do though, our house was just completely ripped apart by the crap artists who recently installed our new combi boiler. They’ve basically ruined the decor in every room so we had to start all over again. Him indoors has worked his arse off but I’ve also helped too and it’s been tiring and we’re still not finished. We’ve had to replace the flooring in the living room, bathroom, hall and we’ve still to replace the floor in the kitchen. We’ve completely redecorated the living room, bought a new fire and some new pictures to go but we still have to paint the woodwork in the bathroom and hall and redecorate the hall. We’ve bought everything we need to do the last of the work but we can’t get it finished until the plasterer comes back to fill in all the holes they left in our walls, we’ve only been waiting three weeks so far..... fuckers!

On top of that we’ve been off buying all the things a baby needs, like nappies and clothes and a bath and a cradle and a pram and blah, blah, blah. It’s bloody expensive I can tell you. But there are only a couple of little things to buy now and my hospital bag is all packed and waiting for the off. I swear sometimes that bag looks so ominous but at the same time I’m just so tired of this last bit, I’m impatient to meet our little monster and I also can’t wait to start this new chapter of our lives.

Anyway having a big bouncy baby inside you really does start to tire you out, I’m at the stage where just getting out of bed or out of the bath is a mighty struggle akin to one of Hercules’ labours. It must be getting awful cramped in there for the little one though, this morning I woke up feeling a bit strange so I looked down and the right side of my tummy was raised in a huge bottom shaped bump, for a moment I was all sleepy and disorientated and I suppose I forgot I was preggers and so I got a total fright and exclaimed “what the fucking hell?!!” I must’ve scared the little tyke and off he swam into a different position. That was a bit of a strange feeling I must say.
But actually after that momentous moan I feel a lot better, I wish I could go and smoke a cigarette now, I’ll just go and have a bubble bath instead.

Bye bye.