All Manners of excitement

This morning there was all manners of excitement when we got a call and before we knew it, Gran was bundled off into the car on the way to the airport to go to her daughter who was having contractions in QLD. What a relief! I then had good reason to high tail it back to Chatswood. Thank you, dearest sister in law for timing the impending birth of your baby so well! The Lord works in mysterious ways...

I don't think i could have lasted up there all day as i had planned to be there spending quality family time. The others had appointments to get to, but even the few hours this morning were enough to drive me to rocking back and forth in the fetal position wanting it all to stop! I will go back for a couple hours tonight to say good bye and good luck. This morning, before i got out of bed, all i could hear downstairs were children demanding this and that. My child, as usual was the silent mute. I did not hear a peep out of her. Which is so not like her!

Pity this has coincided with the yucky part of my IVF cycle. The part where i am exhausted, grumpy, nauseous, pissed off with everything and just not capable of coping with much at all. So glad that Gran has gone up to QLD as then i don't need to worry for her sanity because how she survived up there in Hornsby this last week is beyond me. Such bizarre behaviour and all sorts of weirdness. I never knew anyone could be so ungrateful and inconsiderate. This is just from being there with them for a few hours! But again, i'm hormonal so everything is magnified. But hello, if they could just bother to say THANK YOU even once for anything at all. It might help just that little bit. Even a PLEASE or requesting things in a way that does not seem like a demanded expectation would help. Makes me want to scream!

But i'm safely down in Chatswood, in my own space, with my own child, who by the way has had to have her manners smacked back in to her. Dunno where she picked up the horrible habit of not actually listening to me, whining when it is not necessary or just being downright demanding and rude. Give me half a day alone with her and i'll knock that right out of her and hopefully have my gorgeous, beautiful child back. Again, i wonder if i'm just being unrealistic of what i expect from children.

Anyways, a few hours of peace and quiet should give me enough calm to be up there for a couple more hours before everyone is gone.

Now i just need to plan my own trip to QLD to meet the new baby!