Totally weird but I was looking up at my calendar and saw that the date is the 18th of April. This time 4 years ago I had a huge argument with a nurse that ran the antenatal day unit and ended up walking out. My MW had to beg me to come back to be checked. I was then admitted into hospital. I was really angry and I took it out on my OB (I did aplogies afterwards ), as he didn't want to induce he as I wasn't quite ready (still only 38 weeks pregnant) but I was getting sicker (thats a good word ) and so he needed to induce me at the right time. I had a scan at about this time (8.30pm) and was told by my OB that he could see the sex and did I want to know - I told him I didn't give a f$%k what was in me, and that I wanted it out . I contemplated running away from hospital a few time as well.

I know now that yes I was actually really sick and what he did was the right thing, but at the time I just was over being fat and overly pregnant (and I wasn't even at term ).

Silly think to think about but it has just stuck in my mind.

And its Andrew's birthday on Wednesday.