Life threw a curve ball this weekend. The man of the household was admitted to hospital with a quinsy. There was talk of him having to get his tonsils out too!
NOOOOOOOO!!!! You’ve seen the current state of my bathroom and with three weeks to the bub’s birth the last thing in the world I was expecting was for my rock to be in hospital having his tonsils out. Oh my! Needless to say I had a very sleepless Saturday night… my mind racing at a hundred miles an hour with all the possible worse case scenarios with some pretty powerful braxton hicks thrown in for good measure.
THANKFULLY on Sunday, having had his quinsy lanced and antibiotics via an IV the man was recovering and surgery to remove his tonsils deemed unnecessary at this time. PHEW. I can’t tell you how relieved I was. I couldn’t stop smiling and I felt like I was walking on air. I am so grateful for all the wonderful doctors and nurses that looked after my man so well. Fantastic I tell you.
I’d finally finished a pair of jeans for my boy at the end of last week. They’d been hanging around for a long time just waiting to be hemmed.
The boy was so pleased with them that he wore them to the hospital to visit his Dad.
The weekend has shown me just how disorganised I am and how totally unprepared I am for our new arrival. I’m now on a mission to fly through my list of things to do… well fly as fast as a woman who now waddles rather than walks can! A non-airborne kind of fly if you like.