Three Sleeps 'Til My Mummy is Here

Okay, I know its ridiculous when I am a grown woman about to give birth but I am absurdly excited that my mummy will be here in three days! Nothing is as safe as my mummy. A hug from Jillibeanz puts the world to rights. Honest. Ask anyone.

So three sleeps until mum gets here and then on Monday I go into the hospital in the evening to get a Foley induction. ***Please note, if you do not want to know about my bits and bobs, stop reading now, as this might get graphic.*** Basically, they stick a rubber tube into my cervix. There's a balloon in the tube which they inflate and that's supposed to "gently" stretch my cervix to prepare for labour. I'll then go home and pretend to sleep and then the next day the hospital will call me at some point during the day (no fixed time, so I get to sit around and wait for the phone call. Now that's not going to be a tense day, is it?) and tell me to come in and have my babies. Can you believe it? I still can't. Motherhood. Its coming. And I can't figure out whether I am totally freaked out or totally excited and impatient.

And as if that double dose of emotions isn't enough, I am clearly on some kind of heightened hormone kick right now since all the symptoms I didn't have over the past 9 months are now coming along to bite me in the butt. Not only do I have daily headaches, but I've also got bleeding gums, sore boobs and mood swings. And the heartburn is back with a vengeance. I think its like the final test to see how well I'll cope under pressure. Oh, and I'm the size of an elephant and keep tripping over my own two feet because I've lost all sense of balance. Have you ever seen an elephant fall over? Its quite sad. Thankfully this elephant keeps falling over onto sofas and chairs, so I haven't done and major damage yet.

Just a word of advice though. If you see me looking unstable, run away as fast as you can. I'm likely to fall onto you and crush you to death.