beating from the inside

Not only do I get a beating from the inside I am also getting one from the outside. Last week I over did it, on Friday I managed to get myself into work but didn't feel I was there. The A team weren't there to distract me, the boys were in Germany and Nat was in a client meeting and I just felt so flat. It felt like I was in a goldfish bowl, everything was loud and echoed, things were coming to me at one go. I felt dizzy and kept seeing stars. By 10.30 my colleagues had found the first aider on our floor and took me to the sick room. I didn't even realise we had a sick room, it was great. I sat in the dark, cool atmosphere on the second floor and felt a lot more relaxed but still the heavy feeling lingered over me. I remember this happening with Megan once and totally forgot the horrid feeling of being totally pathetic.

By 11.30 I was in a taxi on my way home. When I got home it was like a mad house, the kids had turned the front room upside down and for a minute I wished I stayed in the sick room. I got myself into bed and tried my hardest to sleep, all I could hear were the kids shouting and screaming and the phone kept ringing. By 3pm Megan and Erin were both asleep, Clinton went to the shops and I finally managed to get some sleep. By the evening I felt much better.

I am now back on the iron tablets, I have a rather low blood pressure, which is better than a high one and my midwife called me in the evening to check up on me. I still haven't seen the midwife properly, the earliest time they could fit me in was March 30th, how mad is that. I have only seen the midwife once during this pregnancy! It’s terrible really and it’s not just down to me this time, I have tried a number of times to get an appointment. I just hope bump 3 is all ok.