As I mentioned on Monday, the midwife booked me in for more of my favourite things today: blood tests. Apparently the lab wouldn't take my last lot of blood because the name on the label did not have an S in my surname, so I had to have more done today.
I hate blood tests as you have probably grown to know by now, but it was an opportunity to see the midwife and have the appointment that I felt I'd missed out on Monday because I was so busy keeping an eye on Noah I didn't concentrate on what the midwife was saying nor what was going on with número 2. Sorry bump!
Turns out that the lovely midwife is friends with my friend Oriole, and by way of taking my mind off of having bloods taken, she mentioned that she knew Oriole (I'm guessing they'd spoken about me ...
Monday 8th November 5:55pm it all kicked off. I had my first contraction. I was very much in denial for the first few as I'd been experiencing braxton hicks throughout the pregnancy. But they started off every 10 minutes.VIEW the POST