midwife's muse

Not enough time

I should be cleaning and tidying the house, shopping (again), wrapping pressie's, doing the ironing, fixing the new car seat in the car, raking-up leaves, labelling MIL's clothes, a host of tasks, infact anything rather than sitting at my desk blogging. Later on today we are going to choose the Christmas Tree, an outing steeped in tradition, the finale of which is always an arguement about the size of it. Hubby seems to think we are trying to fill the nave of St Paul's, so we always end up having to saw 1/3rd off the bottom when we get back and he realises we live in an ordinary house.

Before the tree can get anywhere near the sitting-room I have got to sort through the 5 bin-bags of MIL's clothes that her husband brought round last night. All we asked for were some cardigans, instead we have acquired a bagged history of  her choice in clothes over the last 40 years, all of which smell really musty. So far I have reduced the quantity by 50%, off to the charity shop with them, whilst the rest are awaiting washing and labelling, just what I need to be doing the week before Christmas and the day before Sister, BIL, assorted nieces and/or nephews, Jack, his Mummy and his Daddy come round for Sunday dinner. At least it's not raining so I can dry the majority outside.

'Don't panic' is the catchphrase for today, actually it has a verb in it so I think that technically it's not a phrase, doesn't matter, that's my mantra.

Eldest daughter had her scan yesterday. Voicemail message from Hubby left me worrying, 'baby's fine but...crackle, crackle........breaking-up......, spoken to you?' Turns out she has a low-lying placenta, not an uncommon finding at 20 weeks, they will re-scan her at 36 weeks and the chances are that by then it will have moved up. Of course all she heard was the ultrasonographer saying 'caesarian section' and 'haemorrhage' of course they are a possibility, but the chances are way higher that everything will be alright. 

18.12.04 11:55