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Summer week 34

5 weeks to go!!!!
This is a day early because i tend to write this at work and i am now working shorter weeks so am not at work tomorrow or friday.
Wow - its been a tense week to say the least. Braxton Hicks have now officially started. For those of you that don't know these are simply fake/ practice contractions to get your body ready for the real thing. My sister had a party at her house on saturday night and that is typically where they really kicked in. My mum was there and everything so i tried very hard to play it down but they really can take you off guard and take your breath away.
The next morning i popped into Guildford and they came back with avengance. I was with phil but tried my hardest not to let on what was happening as i didn't want him to panic. But i had such a pain in Next that i had to bend over and lean against the wall for support. Phil sussed something was going on. It was at that point that i suddenly realised what an idiot i was - i had been assuming these were braxton hicks but how the hell do i really know they are not the real thing!! its not like i have done this before! all morning they had been getting worse and closer together but at the back of my mind i kept thinking that the real thing must be more painful than this. I started to consider whether i should go to the hospital or not.
I opted to go home and put my feet up for a bit and sure enough they stopped altogether - thankfully. So it was a false alarm after all.
While we were in town Phil finally bought something for the baby!! He has been fairly supersitious and didn't want to buy anything for her until she was born but Next had a big sale on and he couldn't resist the cute little outfits. I think he is getting really excited now bless him. Everytime that advert comes on the telly where the man is dancing down the street with his baby daughter (i think its for a car) he gets all smiley and says that will be me!
Oh last week i said it was a secret what i was doing on sunday well i can tell you now. We went to the Donkey sanctuary with some friends because my mate Nick was proposing to his girlfriend Clare!! (she has a slight obsession with Donkeys incase the location confused you). The reason we were there too is because my friend Tim works there and had helped him sort it all out. So a huge congrats to Nick & Clare and a big thankyou to Tim for helping out.
The funniest part of the day was the fact that i was attracting all the pregnant animals. This (what looked like) a pregnant donkey kept follwing me and so did this (what looked like)  pregnant cat also wouldn't leave me alone.
I am extremely uncomfortable now and am starting to get a sore back by the end of the day. Sleeping is becoming increasingly more difficult due to regular toilet breaks, heartburn attacks or general bad dreams. I keep having a re-occuring dream that i will go into labour at work. I really do not want that to happen.
My gut instinct about having the baby in August is getting increasingly stronger. I would even go so far as to say i think i will have her in the next couple of weeks. Its very difficult to explain but i just feel like she is ready and trying to tell me she wants out - that does actually sound insane now that i have said it out loud. My bump has dropped really low and she is engaged and in the right position. The best way to explain it is that it feels like she could just fall out at any moment. Obviously that could not actually happen but thats how it feels.
I found out yesterday that at 37 weeks you are actually classed as full term now anyway (40 weeks is the normal full term amount).
I leave work on the 16th but i am really paniking that i will not make this date.
Watch this space!
Anyway the rest of the week will involve lots of sleeping.
Will speak again next week
Mum to be
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