Still nothing very much happening - contractions still intermittent (about twenty minutes apart) but getting a bit stronger and more painful. I'm VERY sleepy and thirsty and have just been for a walk up the garden steps to say hello to the chickens to try to move things along. B is going to massage my feet in a minute with lavender essential oil - apparently around the ankle is now the place to concentrate on rather than avoid.
Kate and Vic are here helping us to pack (well, packing for us, if the truth be told), whilst I concentrate on this and B tries to sort out the two huge jobs he has on next week so that he doesn't need to go on them himself.
Dad apparently has yet another infection. But they don't want to prescribe antibiotics until they know exactly what the best thing to give him is. So he's confused and sleepy again.
Surprisingly, I am much calmer today. Aren't hormones great?