Just counting down the days... When is this kid going to get here? I'm not the only one who is anxious either. Every night in bed whether it's an easy one or not, Ørjan turns to me in semi-panic and asks if I'm ok. Last night he even turned to me while I was half asleep and said, "Hospital Soon". Ha, like I don't know that already. Each time I plop myself on the toilet I expect to see bloody show but sigh... nothing just yet. Around this time last year I was only days away from going into labour. I keep expecting to go into labour just like I did last year despite the fact that I know every pregnancy and labour is different. I just find it strange that I'm also exhibiting the same behaviours and cravings that I did before I went into labour. The last meals I ate before going to the hospital consisted of salmon and wouldn't you know it... salmon tonight because I've been craving salmon all week. I've also felt more comfortable and at ease than I have during the past couple of weeks. Oh well, we'll see!
Tomorrow I have an appointment scheduled and of course I'm going to have the other Swedish doctor that fills in for Grela. Despite the fact that he's just a substitute for my doctor, he's actually more like my permanent family doctor because I always seem to have him when I go to the health station. He was the first doctor I ever used in Norway, he was the first doctor to examine me when I was pregnant with Magnus (and actually did my other examinations), has performed all my emergency tasks, and he's very easy to talk to... Even if he switches between Swedish and English all the time! Ørjan will be coming home to watch Magnus (which is fabulous) so at least I'll have a little time to myself to get ready. I just wish he didn't feel so paranoid about taking time off work. At least Odd Erik has been positive and said he's ok with giving him the time.
It's now 8pm and I feel another burst of energy coming on. I think I'll go do a few loads of laundry and then search for some recipes for a better buttercream icing. (Decided to make a few dozen mini cupcakes for Magnus' 1st birthday.)
Tomorrow I have an appointment scheduled and of course I'm going to have the other Swedish doctor that fills in for Grela. Despite the fact that he's just a substitute for my doctor, he's actually more like my permanent family doctor because I always seem to have him when I go to the health station. He was the first doctor I ever used in Norway, he was the first doctor to examine me when I was pregnant with Magnus (and actually did my other examinations), has performed all my emergency tasks, and he's very easy to talk to... Even if he switches between Swedish and English all the time! Ørjan will be coming home to watch Magnus (which is fabulous) so at least I'll have a little time to myself to get ready. I just wish he didn't feel so paranoid about taking time off work. At least Odd Erik has been positive and said he's ok with giving him the time.
It's now 8pm and I feel another burst of energy coming on. I think I'll go do a few loads of laundry and then search for some recipes for a better buttercream icing. (Decided to make a few dozen mini cupcakes for Magnus' 1st birthday.)
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