Well, I'm here in bed, due to be up in 5 hours and I've had Dan holding me and getting tissues for me and then letting the fuck go of me immediately when I've said so only to have me grab his hand again 10 seconds later.
I have no idea how to describe the last 30 minutes but it was bloody awful. Started at 10 as I finished cleaning the kitchen at the pub. Just Hip/pelvic ache and a general feeling of tiredness. I went home but, long story so will save you it...kind of agreed to give another chap a lift home. Said I'd be back at 11.30 which I was. This chap is lovely but not mindful or thoughtful and is completely blind...so when we dropped him home (Dan always walks him to his back door) he called his mum out to say hello to Dan and called the dog too. Dan is too polite bless him. He was being polite and chatting and fussing the dog and I was sat in the car getting more and more angry. Dan eventually came back and was greeted with, "I've just done two 12 hour days not including the horses, all of which is on my feet and I'm pregnant, in pain and knackered, so from now on, you say to whoever it is that you'd love to stop and chat but you can't because, well, me". I felt awful but justified but awful at the same time.
Got back, Dan insisted on doing the hay for the ponies himself as I'd already said I wasn't feeling well. I went to bed, lay on left, hip on fire. Lay on right, felt sick and short of breath. Lay on back, left leg dead and groin on fire. Baby moving making me feel super nauseous. Breathing became really shallow s0o interspersed with regular snatching deep breaths but they set round ligament pain off so never felt like I could fill my lungs. Then I'd cough, set round ligaments off again. Make breathing worse. Felt like I was having heart palpitations but not...was weird. Felt like all internal organs were being forced up under my chin. Tried to sit up, felt worse. Dan came in after taking the dogs out and I asked for some extra tissues, he brought them back and I burst into tears which made breathing worse which meant more deep breaths, more ligament pains, more sick feeling and more tears.
Bless Dan, he just held me and did what I needed...or not...as needed. He felt totally helpless but he really wasn't.
Feeling a bit more normal now and he's gone to sleep. Baby is doing the riverdance in me now but not making me feel sick thankfully.
No idea what that was all about but I never want to experience it again!
Any other mums here had anything like that before? Not sure I described it very well. Felt like my organs were being compressed.