So I've survived 40 weeks of pregnancy with a toddler. Mostly ok up until 3rd trimester, that's when I got a bit on the fat side and normal day to day easy things started to get on my nerves. I'm not gunna lie, I do like being pregnant but I put that down to having relatively simple pregnancies. But this time I did get fed up sooner, I put this down to having a terrible two's to keep an eye on.
So this afternoon I saw the mid-wife...although not my usual mid-wife so I did panic a little as my lovely lady said I could have a stretch and sweep! The new lovely lady said she would do it anyway. Phew. So this is how my appointment went..
She asked how I was and checked my blood pressure blah de blah, checked my urine but then gave me back my urine in the pot, great just what I want to take home with me. She then gave my tum a prod and poke, got her measuring tape out, asked me where my pubic bone was? I don't effing know! Your meant to tell me where it is! I haven't seen that area for months! Ok she thinks she's found it, but also thinks I'm measuring a tad on the small side. I mentioned I felt small to my normal mid-wife at about 32weeks or so but she wasn't concerned and we carried on as normal. So at 40weeks I'm being told I'm small and will be being referred for a measurement scan, which I have to wait for the hospital to send a letter or call. Over the Christmas period. When everyone likes to wear their pyjamas and stuff their faces NOT be at work. Ok fine, I won't argue. She then felt around to see where the baby was lying, she now has her fingers around my pubic area and the exact words that come out her mouth ''Is that a head down, engaged?'' WHAT! I know it's Christmas and all that lady but I ain't doing your job for you, you need to tell me! Forgive me if I'm mistaken but is she not the professional?! She should know this kinda shiz.
Any way I heard her mumble to herself whilst writing all this jibba jabba in my notes that I'm 2/5th engaged, I don't even know if this is good or not? Maybe I'll ask Flynn, he knows all this stuff!
She then says we'll do the sweep, great stuff! Get undressed, oh no I haven't got any gloves. Great so I'm stood in me knick-knacks, whilst she runs round the whole surgery looking for some gloves. Returns. Gloves too small. ALL I WANT IS A SWEEP AND HOME!
Sweep goes well, she said she could feel babies head and soft spot. Surely this is good..come on baby, I need to see you this weekend, no later!
Just in case this delightful sweep doesn't work then I need to book in to see the mid-wife next week. Ok we can do that. No we can't because she can't use the booking system on the computer, off to the reception desk she goes. No, nothing for next week, that's ok I'll book you in at one of the local children's centre. Yes please. She's on the phone now, oh ok no we can't as all the children's centres are closed over Christmas. She's forgotten it's Christmas hasn't she! Ok so now I'm booked at the hospital next Thur to see the mid-wife.
I don't really want a measurement scan and I really don't want to have to go and see the mid-wife again. All I want is my baby in my arms and to enjoy Christmas day as a family of 4. Asking to much here am I Santa? Well I'm pretty sure you're a bloke and will never endure pregnancy/birth so you have no flipping idea do you...so grant my wish now! Jeanie lamp anyone?
So watch this space. I've got a hopeful feeling about this sweep but that could just be me hoping to much. Who knows.
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