So I officially started my maternity leave 12 days ago and my due date is in 2 days time - we've just had a week of 1/2 term with both my husband and my son at home - so today is only the second day I've been 'alone' with nothing to do. Goodness I'm bored.
When I was on maternity leave I had (what seems now) a wonderful relaxing time. I finished work 4 weeks before my due date and my son was 10 days late. I caught up with movies that I'd always wanted to see, napped during the day, met up with my antenatal classmates, went to aqua-natal classes and antenatal appointments.
This time there's none of that. Where I live now there is little provision of antenatal classes - especially for second time around mums, my friends are all busy with work or children. I have a stinking cold so can't go to aqua-natal. My midwife is off this week - though 'someone' will be here on my due date. None of my maternity clothes still fit - well some do but it is too cold to wear them in this freezing weather, not only my ankles but my legs are all swollen and my hip is quite painful which makes it difficult to walk. The cold I have makes it difficult to breathe so sleep at night - and napping in the afternoon - is difficult. I can only just - with a struggle - get the car seat belt around me and it is difficult to drive with that painful hip. Oh and all I ever seem to do is moan!
But come 3pm my first born will be out of school and will catapult me back into normality again and bring me out of the dumps. Let's just hope there's not much waiting left.
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Tuesday, 16 February 2010
Due date and failing tests
Well I'm 9 days away from my due date with baby number 2. There's no sign of anything happening yet and my first was induced and arrived 10 days after his due date so I'm sure I'm here for a while yet. Unfortunately that is depressing! If the baby had remained breech - as it was a few weeks ago - I would have had a c-section this morning and be holding my baby now. But I am glad that I didn't have to have an operation.
I've managed to sail through this pregnancy passing every test that they've thrown at me - I'm 'overweight' so I should by the medical professions predictions be a 'special case' - but so far my blood pressure, my glucose levels, my weight gain and my urine samples have all been fine. Until last week when my urine sample was ever so slightly out - expected in pregnancy I was told. I did another test and dropped it off for the pathology lab at the hospital. Today, a week later, I get a call to provide another sample at the doctor's surgery. I get there and whisper to the receptionist why I'm there. 'A URINE SAMPLE?' she shouts just in case the people at the back of the packed waiting room couldn't hear. She gives me a test tube and a plastic bag and tells me to go home and come back with it when it's done. Having struggled to get my huge bump behind the steering wheel of the car I can't face making a return journey so I ask if I can do the necessary there - she pulls a face but agrees that she could put it in the fridge to be collected (nice!).
Now if you've ever been 9 months pregnant or known anyone who is 9 months pregnant you will know that we can't be far from a loo for long but when we get there you kind of wonder what all the fuss was about - the baby pressing on the bladder means that any amount of liquid - no matter how small - has to be expelled immediately. I had drunk a pint of water in preparation so hoped that this wouldn't be a problem. No the problem was that the 'test tube' sized vessel is too small when 1. you can't see what you are doing because of the bump and 2. you're a woman and you can't aim! Added to that you are advised to take the sample 'mid flow' and you can understand why I failed before I started. Never mind I put in the bag, wrapped it up so that the receptionist couldn't comment on the paltry amount and I'm now hoping that the baby arrives before the results are proved inconclusive again.
I've managed to sail through this pregnancy passing every test that they've thrown at me - I'm 'overweight' so I should by the medical professions predictions be a 'special case' - but so far my blood pressure, my glucose levels, my weight gain and my urine samples have all been fine. Until last week when my urine sample was ever so slightly out - expected in pregnancy I was told. I did another test and dropped it off for the pathology lab at the hospital. Today, a week later, I get a call to provide another sample at the doctor's surgery. I get there and whisper to the receptionist why I'm there. 'A URINE SAMPLE?' she shouts just in case the people at the back of the packed waiting room couldn't hear. She gives me a test tube and a plastic bag and tells me to go home and come back with it when it's done. Having struggled to get my huge bump behind the steering wheel of the car I can't face making a return journey so I ask if I can do the necessary there - she pulls a face but agrees that she could put it in the fridge to be collected (nice!).
Now if you've ever been 9 months pregnant or known anyone who is 9 months pregnant you will know that we can't be far from a loo for long but when we get there you kind of wonder what all the fuss was about - the baby pressing on the bladder means that any amount of liquid - no matter how small - has to be expelled immediately. I had drunk a pint of water in preparation so hoped that this wouldn't be a problem. No the problem was that the 'test tube' sized vessel is too small when 1. you can't see what you are doing because of the bump and 2. you're a woman and you can't aim! Added to that you are advised to take the sample 'mid flow' and you can understand why I failed before I started. Never mind I put in the bag, wrapped it up so that the receptionist couldn't comment on the paltry amount and I'm now hoping that the baby arrives before the results are proved inconclusive again.
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