Is really, really, really hard. As I typed that, I immediately thought of my friend XB and I winced because it is so true..
Veronica might or might not be in labour. It is too early to ring and ask her how she is feeling.. Gah..
Yesterday was the last day of my Nephew’s holiday in Tassie and about two hours before we were due to leave here for the airport, the phone rang. It was Veronica, she was having regualr contractions. We did some quick calculations and worked out that I could safely get to the airport via the hospital, with about 20 minutes to spare. *phew*…
Just to add a bit of spice to the mix my car is playing up.
Ritchie and I went and picked up Veronica and Amy. There wasn’t room in the car for David, which was probably just as well because I was a tad stressed and when I am stressed, I snap at David. *sigh* The car decided to mostly behave itself, with only a couple of ominous shudders at various traffic lights to keep the drive interesting.
We dropped Veronica off at the front door of the hospital and continued on our merry way. Amy was really excited to be at the airport and chattered nineteen to the dozen about “Kaitlin going home in a plane.” and “Ritchie is going home in a plane.” and “Look! Look! there is a plane AND a big truck..”
To all the parents out there that fly with small children you are mad. Totally bonkers. And you have my admiration. Airport security checks with a small person in tow, is a nightmare.
We were at the security, metal detector checkpoint thingy, Amy was a tad overwhelmed by the all bustle and the stern looking security wanker guard. I was extremely a bit flustered because the fucking stroller wouldn’t collapse so I could put it through the xray thingy. When I finally managed to fold up the rotten thing it bit me on the finger. Amy didn’t want to let go of her back pack AT ALL and it WAS HOT AND MY DAUGHTER IS IN LABOUR AAAARGHHH.
We made it through unscathed, well partially (stroller bites hurt you know) and we found a seat right at the very front of the ground floor lounge where we could see all the planes and the big trucks. Ritchie shared some hot chips with Amy and I slowly calmed down….
Then the phone rang , it was Veronica, her contractions had stopped.
So that was my day yesterday. How was yours?
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I was reading Veronica’s tweets last night at 2am – I couldn’t sleep cause I was thinking about her! Not quite the same, I know, but I feel your pain. Not long till you’ll have another lil grandchild to snuggle up with, and Veronica will finally not have the pain of those sore hips! Yay!
My day was much calmer than yours! No hospitals, no airports, no worrying about labouring daughters. Positively peaceful now I think of it like that. Just running round after two small children – at least they’re both here! I can’t send you much more good luck – you’ll explode! I am thinking of both you and Veronica and I hope everything will progress smoothly.
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That baby is such a tease!!! Ewww!
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stroller bites can be nasty.
I remember going through airport security one time and hubby had to take his boots off – steel caps. lol
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Stupid contractions.
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Damn that boy! 😉
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wow what a day..
mine was ok.. 🙂
your little grandson is just being plain stubborn..:)
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My day put me on edge… but YOUR day put my day to shame. You are such a good sport.
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My day was nowhere near as exciting as yours.
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Taunting and teasing you all like that is just cruel…make sure he has to wait for his 21st birthday pressies with as much teasing and torment 😉
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My day was just fine, thank you. Customers were polite, groceries weren’t TOO heavy, ha ha, I did find myself thinking about Veronica every half hour or so. Today, on the other hand, is a real stinker. It’s 37 or 38 degrees here with a hot north wind blowing. I hate the heat so I’m miserable, the added bonus of the north wind which brings me hayfever and migraines is just too much. And I’m still thinking of Veronica and hoping the baby comes very soon. We’ve even been discussing him at work.
Waaaaay less stressful than yours, thankfully! What a little tease that baby is….he’s gonna be full of mischief, that one! I’ve had a few stroller bites in my time too- ouch! Sounds like you need to take in a nice peaceful sunset….and a nice bottle of wine or two….non-alchoholic of course incase the little guy decides to make an appearance….waaa waaa!
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We’re all thinking about Veronica, and wishing her a quick and easy labour – poor you Kim, I think that waiting for your daughter to give birth might be even harder than waiting to do it yourself, luckily I have a lot of years before I have to think about it. You must be so worried and excited! Good luck!
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hmmm…it was 20 degrees (which is about six below Celsius…a heat wave after several weeks of below zero!), I saw a bald eagle in a tree, and my son had his wisdom teeth removed in Tucson, very far away from me. I really didn’t like that at all. He came through just fine, I guess, several good friends were checking on him for me and I talked to him and he sounded good.
I hope that grandson of yours quits mucking around and shows up very very soon. Very very very soon!
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This gave me a good giggle!
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I know!!!!
Well, lady, you’re all in my thoughts!
I can’t wait!!
(That must be a silly understated fraction of what you’re going through!)
Eeeeeeeeeee!