Hopickleness

I wasn't sure whether to put this in my pregnantness blog or not, but as it's probably not pregnancy-related it can go here!

On Saturday morning I woke up with possibly the worst pain of my life in my leg. Then it was still all hurty, but not as bad... I wasn't really worried about it, just rather confused as to why it was hurting. My mum told me to go to the hospital... I didn't want to, but my grandmother phoned the hospital and they told me to go there immediately. So (very reluctantly) I did.

In A&E I didn't have to wait more than about 5 mins to be seen even though there were hoobloads of other peeps there... being pregnant has its advantages! There was a lot of waiting that wasn't in the waitingy place though... There was many a cranefly and it was kinda scary because they looked so much like other things that are fucking terrifying! >.<>.<

I was very, very bored in the hospital and I hated it. I was the only youngish person on the ward. Everyone else was like 30 or 40. People were speaking Wenglish too (Welsh mixed in with English) which annoyed me. It would be ok if they were speaking either Welsh or English, but Wenglish is annoying. Last night I got a visit from some friends I hadn't seen for ages though, so that made hospitalness more bearable for an hour or so! On the thingys, I could only get on a crappy version of facebook. My DS ran out of chargeyness this morning. Twas all wayyy too boring. I discovered a weird woman who sits by a vending machine in the hospital reading all day, every day... She was odd.

There was one super-bitch nurse on the ward. I didn't like her at all and I'm not sure why. She made my first belly injection hurt more than the second (which was done by a different person) and it left a much bigger bruise than the next injection. Most of the doctors, nurses, midwives etc were nice... and one of them liked Morrissey too, which was cool. There was a piece of paper from 1991 (when I was born) with information about my birth and stuff on it. It was all discoloured with age and looked out of place next to my new notes. I'm not sure how it got there, but I think they had it because my mum gave birth to me on the same ward that I was on. I got asked some really awkward questions about some stuff on my medical records though... but they weren't asked in an evil manner. All in all, people were nice... even in A&E. It was weird!

I finally had my scan to see if it actually was a blood clot. Twas embarrassing because I had to take off my trousers as my leg had to be scanned right up to the groin. It turned out it wasn't a clotty thing and my horrid injections and stuff were pointless. The doctors and stuff seemed convinced it was a DVT... They now think I pulled a muscle pretty badly... in my sleep... Only I could do that! I have to go back there if my leg gets all weird or anything. I'm so glad to be home! It was a nightmare. At least I now know I'm unlikely to get a pulmonary embolism and die. =]

The food was shit. I thought cheese sandwiches were impossible to fuck up, but the ones there were only just edible. I had jacket potato and it was vile... it was like eating a large, barbecued testicle. Luckily, I had a small supply of junk food to keep me going. I hated not being able to use the toilets as much as I wanted to. I have a weird thing about toilets so I had to avoid them as much as I could, so peed as little as possible.

Ooohh... a couple of random people on the ward said I looked quite small for 31 weeks. I thought I was huge! XD

I got like no sleep in the hospital, and I can't wait to finally go to sleep in my nice new (well, new to my bedroom) bed tonight!

Baby shizz...

I have just been banned from eating spaghetti bolognese because my two year old half brother could eat it less messily. In my defence, I'm eighteen so only just an adult and I was eating it using just a titanium spork. You'd never think I was about to unleash my spawn unto the world. I'm 20 weeks pregnant, so he will be unleashed within the next 20 weeks or so. Scary thought!

I've started buying the occasional baby thing. In the last week I've bought him some jeans, a grey hoodie with dinosaurs on it and a couple of bibs. It feels weird buying stuff now, but as I'm half way through my pregnancy, I need to be buying things because I don't have much money and I'm terrible at saving. It's strangely fun looking at all the baby clothes, but it's kind of frustrating how much fluffy blue stuff there is. I hate it when baby boys are dressed in fluffy baby-blue stuff. Obviously I wont be able to avoid it completely with my squigglytiddlypeep, but whenever possible he will look cool! It's also frustrating that it's June and as he's due in October, most of the stuff in the shops at the moment isn't going to be suitable because it's all summery and stuff. I hope I'll be able to find a suitable amount of baby clothes by October. =/

I had my 20 week scan a few days ago. Everything was fine and I found out that he's a he! He's rather cute... I got bored last night and made the Fishy thing (pictured above). It's a bit silly but hey ho!

Anyhow... I can't decide whether or not I like this year's big brother. It's obviously better than last year because I've watched three days so far. Last year I got bored after the second episode.

I really can't think of anything else to write at the moment, so hoobletoodledooo! =D