Bumble is going to be a big brother...

So, having spent the best part of a year on the quest for our Bumble, R2 (bump number 2) was very quick to come by, instant in fact! I have spent the first 37 weeks of this pregnancy telling everyone how easy it has been compared to the first one - hubris right? So finished for mat leave this last week and ended up being admitted for a transverse lie yesterday at exactly 37 weeks. Plan is to try and turn this baby on Monday, if it works, I can go home, if not I have to stay until a) he turns himself or b) I have a c-section at 39 weeks. To say that I miss Bumble (now a thriving 18 month old), and Bumble's Dad of course, is a massive understatement. Being in hospital might be worse than prison; I can't leave, I can't sleep because of the screaming newborns/labouring women/fussy midwives and I theoretically have a choice over whether or not to be here... I say theoretically because it's a totally cr*p choice: stay here for potentially upwards of 2 weeks when the risk of something happening is about 1% (and probably lose my mind!) or go home and if the 1% thing happens, the chance of R2 having a life changing injury or even dying is all too real, living as we do 20 mins from the nearest hospital.  Still can't reach a decision about what to do - I know that probably makes me a horrible person but a 1% risk is very low, but even a tiny chance with life is surely too big... So here I am, a very lapsed Anglican, praying to whatever deity may or may not be up there, that this baby decides that his head should actually be in my pelvis, not under my ribs... Keep everything crossed.

UPDATE: R2 dis his 90' shift after 2 days in hospital so I was allowed home to "await the onset of labour"... As with Bumble, this didn't happen and I ended up being induced at term + 13(at 1am!!!) after 22hrs of induction and another 13hrs in labour, with the assistance of forceps, I had a healthy, 10lb 1oz baby boy exactly 2 weeks late!