D-day plus two -- we will let you know
I couldn't write anything on Monday which was Bean's due day as the internet here has been appalling, but it seems it is working at the moment - whether or not it lasts for the length of this post is uncertain.
As you may have guessed, I am still the proud storage container of a Bean, who has clearly decided the outside world is too much of a scary place to enter and it's nice and warm and comfy inside. So, we're two days' overdue and have been trying all the old wives' tales of ways to bring on labour: including driving over bumpy roads, going for walks and eating spicy food. None of it seems to be working, but we do seem to be a bit lower over the past couple of days and there is an incredible amount of pressure on my pelvis, which in turn is giving me sciatica. Oh well....it's just the waiting game and we're trying to keep occupied, although it seems that everyone else is just as impatient as we are. We will let you know when the Bean decides to make an appearance and are still hoping it either happens in the next two days or not until Monday because of the issues with the maternity ward.
Little else to report, apart from we did horribly in the pub quiz last night. Brain seems to be representing a plate of mushy peas and incapable of answering even the most basic questions.
Terrington may be a one horse, one pub village, but it does have a rather posh prep school, which is repsonsible for ludicrous amounts of noise in the morning when the 'yummy mummies', as Jon calls them, drive their ridiculous four by fours at brake neck speed up the road, so darling Fergus isn't late to school. Anyway, we had a bit of amusement this weekend because the kids of Mum and Dad's neigbours were playing rugby and it was quite amusing listening to some of the posh names being yelled by parents across the pitch and laughing at some of the silly things children get called. So, Bean won't be Farquahar or Tarquin or Torquil.
I bought a copy of 'Mr Happy' the other day and have been reading it to Bean and Jon. For amusement factor it beats 'Al-qaeda' by Jason Burke that I have been trying to plough through, but it's not quite up there intellectually. Although it does now give Jon ammunition whenever I sit there scowling...he doesn't seem to realise the difference between concentrating and sulking.
Well, that's it for now...will hopefully post again soon.
Adios a todos
xxx
As you may have guessed, I am still the proud storage container of a Bean, who has clearly decided the outside world is too much of a scary place to enter and it's nice and warm and comfy inside. So, we're two days' overdue and have been trying all the old wives' tales of ways to bring on labour: including driving over bumpy roads, going for walks and eating spicy food. None of it seems to be working, but we do seem to be a bit lower over the past couple of days and there is an incredible amount of pressure on my pelvis, which in turn is giving me sciatica. Oh well....it's just the waiting game and we're trying to keep occupied, although it seems that everyone else is just as impatient as we are. We will let you know when the Bean decides to make an appearance and are still hoping it either happens in the next two days or not until Monday because of the issues with the maternity ward.
Little else to report, apart from we did horribly in the pub quiz last night. Brain seems to be representing a plate of mushy peas and incapable of answering even the most basic questions.
Terrington may be a one horse, one pub village, but it does have a rather posh prep school, which is repsonsible for ludicrous amounts of noise in the morning when the 'yummy mummies', as Jon calls them, drive their ridiculous four by fours at brake neck speed up the road, so darling Fergus isn't late to school. Anyway, we had a bit of amusement this weekend because the kids of Mum and Dad's neigbours were playing rugby and it was quite amusing listening to some of the posh names being yelled by parents across the pitch and laughing at some of the silly things children get called. So, Bean won't be Farquahar or Tarquin or Torquil.
I bought a copy of 'Mr Happy' the other day and have been reading it to Bean and Jon. For amusement factor it beats 'Al-qaeda' by Jason Burke that I have been trying to plough through, but it's not quite up there intellectually. Although it does now give Jon ammunition whenever I sit there scowling...he doesn't seem to realise the difference between concentrating and sulking.
Well, that's it for now...will hopefully post again soon.
Adios a todos
xxx
posted by Peliroja at
10:57 am
2 Comments:
Ah, lovely to have an update. I've been checking your blog all the time to see if there's been 'lift-off' and it's great to have the latest news ... even if you're still waiting. Come on Bean!! Uncle Halk and Auntie Lorena are waiting impatiently (though not nearly as impatiently as you and Jon, I'd imagine). Anyway, we talk and think about you a great deal and send lots of love from Peru (though Hal's in Ecuador at the moment for work). Glad to know that Bean is not going to be 'Torquil', what about something Peruvian, like Guillermo, Felipe, or dare I say it, ALAN? Ha ha ha.
Love you loads Han. Good luck. We're thinking about you.
L and H xxxx
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Anonymous, at 4:38 am
Feel that I have to point out, at this stage of the proceedings, that one of my closest friends has a son and heir called Torquil! But thereby hangs another tale altogether! Think that he gets by with such a name as he is, indeed, an heir - so that's all right then.........!
Hurry up and have Bean, Hannah - can't wait to be the Great Fairy Godmother -- a title which I understand I will be sharing with Bean's actual godmother!!!!
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