Em
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Trapped...You're exactly right, Ike. That is what I am. And now my kind GP has extended my solitary confinement for another 2 weeks. 
I really wanted to go back to work on Mon just for half days but no... We have to be very careful and don't want to risk anything (despite the fact that now they say maybe I'm just having severe Braxton Hicks which pose no threat at all!). I totally understand that, but I'm a flippin' accountant, not a trapeze artist! The worst thing that could happen is a fatal paper cut! I'm going to have forgotten how to interact with other people soon. I'll be like those feral children that are brought up in darkened rooms for the first years of their life. My only company are my dogs, so perhaps I'll even come out barking with an inherent dislike of cats.
I swear to God, next time I even contemplate getting pregnant, I'm going to get a puppy instead. Or perhaps I'll give myself a small electric shock and then eventually I'll become one of Pavlov's dogs and never entertain the thought again. Or I'll just go to China and get one.
Rant over.
Sorry guys.
xx
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Ike
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You worded that great, Sorry i shouldn't laugh... I can't fully understand how you feel, (closest ive been was my leg and i couldnt get out for a few weeks but, Nobody told me i couldnt i just couldnt get about ) it's terrible and it really does your head in. As your friend i understand what your saying but they are just looking out for you and baby... But i think maybe a few half days a week would do much more good then harm !!
Dont turn feral cos i dont understand dog too well
Can you get a friend to take you out somewhere just for coffee for a few hours ? Thant cant hurt surly?
Im thinking of you, I hope you get an escape soon!
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Em
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I wish I could, but we're here pretty much on our own. Plus the fact that we're on a 5 mile by 7 mile island, I'm BOUND to be seen by someone I work with as there is only 1 coffee shop here and I would then feel really bad. I can't go and sit at my desk but I can go wandering into town. It's not great really.
I know they are being careful, but they are saying on one hand that maybe it's just braxtons or I have an oversensitive uterus, neither of which are harmful to me or the munchkin but on the other that I can't work. Not knowing either way is doing my head in. If this really was still serious then I'd be at home resting like a good girl, but it doesn't seem that way now, so I'm sat here in limbo feeling like a numpty.
I have to have a sense of humour over this or I'm going to take a blunt instrument and go postal in my street.
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Shedz
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You need to take up writing comedy Em cos that was bloody funny to read!!! Nothing wrong in just having the dog for company, thats MY life, i,m not mad at all
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