Still no baby!  I have a horrible feeling that I'm going to drift in and out of real labour like I did with Pip.  That weekend was crazy.  Once I had got all my bits for my bag, tidied the house and written down all the numbers we'd need, babysitter, OB, midwife, etc.  The contractions started.  Minor at first, lots of menstrual like cramps, lower back pressure, trips to the loo, etc.  I felt 'off' and quite unwell.  I lost my appetite.  I was awake for most of Saturday night, the contractions were long and painful, but I didn't want to wake Steve and head out until I knew for sure.  My lower back was killing me and panadol wasn't cutting it.  Finally I drifted off to sleep as the sun rose on Sunday morning.  When I woke up, everything had stopped. It was really weird.  My appetite resumed, lower back pain eased.  The need to clean the house and get organised had calmed down.  I felt sure that Sunday was not the day.  When I was 38 weeks with Moons, I said to Steve, this is the last weekend we'll be none parents.  On Monday I went into labour.  With Pip, despite a scare at 28 weeks, I told Steve at 32 weeks, we're going overdue.  Sure enough I hit 42 weeks.  With this baby, I'm sure it'll be within the next two weeks maximum.  Although I have to say, after Saturday I'm feeling a little out of tune with my body.  Anyway, we'll see. 

I have written my 'contest' to the infringement bureau about the amber light offence, which may result in a court hearing.  I'm a bit anxious about that, but will try not to dwell on it.  I did receive a call from the NZ police re my complaint.  I was SHOCKED to hear the Officer's version of events.  If I had been in charge, I too would have thought he'd been completely reasonable and I was a crazy banshee.  It came across as though he was polite, friendly, informative and I was NUTS.  I had really hoped that he'd said, yes, I was having a bad day, I took it out on the woman, I'm sorry.  Instead he wrote untruths in his report which has only served to upset me further and frustrate me.  I explained to his superior that had he had said HALF the things he'd claimed, the situation would have been different.  As I went to explain my version, it was clear that I was the mere civilian, he was a cop and the guy was a cop.  Easy maths.  I said that I had worked with cops previously ,I know they do it tough and I also know that they don't get always get treated very well by the general public, especially when they're pulling someone over, but in this instance I had been left devastated at the way I was treated.  He was the professional, so therefore he must take accountability.  I could, rather embaressingly feel myself welling up.  I knew I was wasting my time, and they'd probably all have a good laugh at the crazy woman's expense later over dougnuts and coffee.  My only saving grace is that at least a complaint has been noted against his name.  So if anyone is brave/silly/has time to complain about him in the future, it won't look good on him.

Its a shame that today has gone a bit wonky.  Yesterday was just wonderful.  The weather was lovely for a winter's day.  Steve took the day off work and the two of us strolled around Wellington City, through the beehive and had lunch at the BackBencher, a pub especially for MPs!  We've not had much 'us' time so it was really enjoyed.  Steve complimented me on more than one occasion and was attentitive.  I guess we've both been so distracted recently, we've not really had that for a while.  I was HUGE waddling around, stopping for breaks!  I felt vulgar, but Steve treated me so well yesterday I actually felt more like a woman than a walking incubator.  It was a really, really nice day.  Today its wet and cold and I've just had this nightmare conversation with the NZ police.  How many ups and downs can one family have?!!