So last night was a bad night, the frustration had kicked in. I thought for an hour that something was happening, I had woken from a nap and was cramping, and I thought this was the start. Turned out not to be, it was like taking being teased to the extreme. I’m still patient; I’m not spending every minute trying to get the baby out. Though have been trying to give him a helping hand. Once I had put Oli to bed, I went into an extreme tidy mode, was scrubbing everything in sight as well as ironing my bed sheets – something I never do. I even got through a couple of loads of washing. Pretty sure I was starting to freak the man out, he just stayed quiet and made tea for us and went off to bed to get out of my way.
I went to bed after finally giving into the sleepiness and the fact I couldn’t move my bottom anymore, I think this was my bodies way of telling me that I had done too much and that I was to go and rest. Of course, I was still restless so turned to my phone for some company; I usually find that reading the news sends me to sleep. I shouldn’t have read this one story though; it just filled me with anger. Anyone that knows me/my blog knows that I hate those stupid little studies, you know the ones ‘if your child likes blue, he’s likely to be obese later in life.’ Yeah, that kind. This new story caught my eye as it was talking about overdue babies, oh and look who just happens to be overdue.
Apparently, because my baby skipped over that 42 (mine hasn’t yet!) week mark it means that he is going to develop ADHD in early life. Please say I’m not the only one who couldn’t help but just to simply roll their eyes at this?