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[[File:Daddy in scubu.jpg|right]]It was the 9th December and I had my final midwife's appointment before getting transferred to Consultant led care at the Hospital due to it been a IVF pregnancy. All was well at the appointment; I was measuring beyond my dates and the baby seemed very happy.
Over the weekend following this appointment all was well. We had just come home from my mum's house after having a lovely Sunday dinner with her and a few friends. I felt so tired, as you do in late pregnancy, so I went to run a bath to have a nice soak before going to bed. But I noticed a strange type of discharge (sorry to much info) and thought to myself I will give the Doctors a ring in the morningI later realised it was my plug. When I went to bed I was out like a light - until bloody midnight. What was it with midnight and this baby? He always woke me up at the same time. So, as I did every other night, I went down stairs for a drink and to lay on the settee.
I was just dozing off to sleep when I had this funny sensation across my tummy. I knew straight away I was in labour. I paced up and down the living room before waking up Paul, who, bless him, had only had two hours sleep since the day before, due to working nights.