38/6 (Part 2)

That contraction this morning was more of an aftershock, apparently. I haven't had the slightest niggle since. All these dummy runs.. I tell ya, when the real deal hits I won't recognise it. What's the bet I'll be down to two minutes apart and still sending Wayne off to bed and insisting that a hot bath is all I need ;-) Whaddya mean "where do I cut the cord?" ; it's only another Braxton Hicks contraction innit??

Baby, on the other hand, is being very active today, and seems absolutely none the worse for wear after yesterday's hard yakka.

Grocery shopping was a trip. I lost count of the aggressive trolley jockeys who seemed intent on ramming me as I zoomed quickly around with my basket. One woman only stopped her charge when I restrained her trolley with my hand, looked her straight in her beady eyes and said "Excuse you.. must you ram a pregnant woman?"

She just looked straight through me, then detoured around me, without missing a beat of gum chew. I guess it takes a brain to recognise a rebuke.

Women drivers.. LOL.

Bank update - would you believe I'm STILL waiting for them? The client has pretty much done a highland fling all over them in extreme frustration and annoyance, and still Westpac can't pull their bloody finger out.

Still, before I sling off at someone else's bank, the 'ya gotta be kidding me' moment of the week probably belongs to the wee lass behind the counter at my bank, who when asked to order me an extra deposit book, responded as follows:

• Peered at me in confusion.
• Went out the back and dug around in some cupboards, finally coming up with a small notebook.
• Brought notebook back to workstation, read contents carefully, then asked me again "what you want?'
• When I was reduced to waving blank deposit forms under her nose and saying "I need a book of THESE please. Deposit forms with my number on them", she replied "you have one already?"
• I sighed, and replied "Yes, but hubby keeps that book in the truck. I need a deposit book for when I make deposits. Please, can I order another book?" (would you like my eye teeth with that?)
• She then gazed at me blankly and said "Solly. Too hard. I no know how to do this. Please to go somewhere else?"

Then she smiled at me, very prettily.

And looked past my shoulder, and said "Next?"

Yep, that's my bank. One horsepower! (I wonder what was in that little notebook...?)