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On Friday, lunchtime, I got the phone call we all dread in this stage of life.
“Hey, can you get out of work? I need to go to hospital”

Oh shit…..

First off, there is no can you, it’s a pure case of, I’m leaving.

There were a few quick things I needed to organise before I left, number one was getting my bag as I needed the keys, being up the road getting lunch and doing errands was bad timing to get the call.
But leave I did and met Kate at the car in our usual pick up spot when heading home, I drove to the hospital and we discussed what was happening.

The symptoms were not really of labour but Kate actually called the birth suite and told them how she was feeling so we had to head in for a check up.

All was good in the end, but it turns out 8 months worth of “morning sickness” that lasts all day has a toll on the body.
Dehydration, it stimulates contractions, makes you feel like crap and affects the blood pressure, bad things when the little human inside you is trying to cook away normally ready for a March appearance.

So, five bags of fluids later, a night in the hospital and all is looking nice and healthy again. The nausea is still with us for the long term, but the little one is staying inside for a while yet.

It was a practice run for the main event at least.