The waiting game

Like most of the UK, I've spent the last couple of days wanting to be out in the open air.
We've had record temperatures, blue skies and not to mention "instatan" sunshine.
But, because I know my body won't like me if I get it too hot, I've been more in and out the door repeatedly than sat outside.
Which, to be honest, may be a good thing because I'm starting to get bored of the waiting.


I look at the calendar and see my specialist appointment is only 2 months away, but that seems like a lifetime.
It's annoying to think, at 24 years old, that I have to wait for a doctor to "allow" me another baby. Especially when everyone seems to be pregnant around me. Yet at the same time I know that its the safest bet, and I'm trying to use the extra time to my advantage.
I've spent a lot of time playing with DD, trying to keep her out of the sun as much as I can. I've also been spending time reading, writing and doing more research into the thyroid during pregnancy. Knowledge is power, I hope.
I'll post my findings here when I've made sense of the jumbled mess of notes I've made.


OH seems to be doing the man thing and just shrugging when I mention things, which is kind of annoying at times. Especially when I'm in planning mode.
I feel as though I'm ahead of myself but I've already got a short shopping list together and I'm starting a "bottom drawer" of the smaller things like babygro's and vests. Alongside bottles and other incidentals that I can pick up as I shop normally.
My theory is, since I need to concentrate on my body and looking after me and the precious cargo, that getting some of the shopping and stresses dealt with now won't hurt.

It's not just the shopping either.
I've started a major sort out in the house, and really got myself into a routine for cleaning the place. I've sorted the garden (or rather had it sorted) and I've even set the ball rolling on another little project.

I'M QUITTING THE CIGARETTES!

Yup, you read right.

I've spoken to a "stop smoking" clinic, who are referring me to their "smoke free families" team. So I need to wait for them to call.... more waiting hmmph.

But still, quitting is good no matter when I do it, as long as I do.


So its wait wait wait at the moment. But to be honest. As upsetting as it gets, it could be worse.
A lot of people are pregnant around me, and some are due any day. I look at them, longing for my turn and wishing that bump was mine. Then they sigh and waddle off into the sunshine, looking every bit uncomfortable and I realise... The waiting game isn't so bad. At least I get extra warmth in winter when I need it more.