Just to be sure that everything’s ok with the baby, I got myself into the clinic where I got ushered into the labour ward to be put under observation.

In a very strange way, I honestly almost wished I was given bed rest. Just the thought of resting in bed and doing my stuff is enough to get my toes curling in excitement. Instead, I was told I could go home, given a shot since I was going to do some minor travelling and headed home to an exchange of emails and texts with my boss.

All's well

But I’m still glad that all’s well with the baby.

And they should consider doing something about the curtains. I almost feel like I’m in my parents’ era.