Here I Go Again

Looks like my new nephew is about to put in an appearance. As I'm one of the birthing partners I'm just waiting for a lift to my sisters.

It would be today!! Hubby who is usually the taxi is going to Manchester with work for the match tonight and won't be home til at least midnight. I'd ordered my shopping later than normal, due to the Doctors appt, so I've had to wait in for that to come. Sod's Law!!

Good job I'm organised

Got my bag packed - Dr Pepper Zero, 2 Cambridge Bars, Chewing gum, 2 magazines, bodyspray, mobile phone, camera, purse - think I've got everything.

He's going to be a big one - my guess is 10lb 9oz. I'll let you know

Keep your fingers crossed

I went - and it was nowhere near as bad as I thought. I manage to get myself all anxious for nothing
The Doctor was lovely to me. He was very impressed with my weight loss and said I'd done very well. He took a look at my arms and agreed that no amount of exercise is going to help them and that I really need plastic surgery. He explained that they have to be careful with plastic surgery on the NHS and he didn't want to build up my hopes, but he thought that in the circumstances they should do it for me. He asked me to go and see the Secretary for a "Choose and Book" Referral. While I was sitting there I was sure I knew her face, but thought it was probably from one of the meetings. I said I thought I knew her, then she looked at my card and noticed my old address. She looked at me and said "You haven't got two children??" - I said yes, then she said "Have you lost a lot of weight?" (cue sniggering from me!!) Anyway it turned out that she had done a "party" (candles, gifts etc) at my old house 10 years ago and remembered me moving here. To cut a long story short we ended up chatting for ages, I helped with the computer referral and she said I should get a job there
So I've rung the hospital and they're ringing me back in two weeks to give me an appointment.