A brief rash of pregnancy madness

I spent approximately half an hour trying to lock my own back door this morning. It's not a particularly difficult door to lock, you have to lift up the handle before turning the key. Which I did repeatedly. I practised with the door open and the bolt moved fine. But it wouldn't turn whenever the door was actually shut. I went outside and tried to lock it from outside. Still no joy.

I had to leave fairly soon, and was beginning to get a big panicked about what the hell I was going to do. Husband not answering his phone. Can't find his work number. Eventually get his work number off my computer. Call him and promptly burst into tears. Talk to him and do exactly the same thing I've been doing - exactly the same - and the door locks.

Now I'm the colour of beetroot, sweating in a most attractive manner (it's also a very hot day) and wailing like a washer woman. If that is in fact what washerwomen do.

Anyway, the door is locked, the tears have gone and hopefully the unattractive magenta flush has subsided. Which is as well, as I need to go to work now.

30 weeks down, 10 (ish) to go

I'm beginning to see everything in numbers:
30 weeks pregnant
6 weeks to my last day at work
26 days left to work
3lbs the weight of the baby
6kg gained
40cm length of the baby
28cm fundal height

Although of course there are variations in some of these.

I am also searching for some other numbers - how many weeks before I should have my hospital bag packed? Date of baby shower? Price per nappy of the cheapest nappies? Haemoglobin level? Amount of ice cream it is acceptable to eat in the third trimester? Square root of 144?

Ok, I know the last one of those, but you get the picture.

I feel I am having a pretty easy pregnancy, which makes me wonder (in whispers) if a lot of women are drama queens who take advantage of being up the duff... or if I'm just very lucky. The books tell me I could be expecting all kinds of delightful developments by this stage, including constipation, varicose veins, mood swings again, swelling of hands and feet, extreme tiredness combined with insomnia again, heartburn, haemerrhoids, Braxton Hicks contractions, shortness of breath, constant need to pee and perhaps most delightlfully, increased vaginal discharge. Lovely.

All I can complain of is very slightly puffy ankles and fingers after hot days (hardly surprising), getting out of puff a bit faster than normal and a few nights which have featured a certain amount of tossing and turning. Not much to write home about really. I do waddle a bit and struggle somewhat with picking things up from the floor, but honestly, it's not that bad.

Let's hope I remain in this nice happy low-risk category for the next few weeks.