After exactly 42 weeks, and when the hospital decided to keep me in for induction after a check rather then letting me go home, my waters broke all by themselves and little L began her journey towards us.
To my own surprise, I slept like a baby the night before our dreaded Post Date Clinic appointment. Apparently Big M soaked up all my frustration and my anxieties, as he was rolling from one side to the other and muttering in his sleep. Honestly, I think I would have gone mad by now, if he wasn’t at my side.
Welcome to week #42. My pregnancy will be officially considered post term as of tomorrow, which is why I am booked in for the ‘Post Dates Clinic’. And I am getting very tense about it. Only reading about the tests they usually run makes me feel sick and scared stiff. To add insult to injury, the online pregnancy calendar I have been following sends me congratulations on my newborn baby.
don’t know what is more unnerving – the fact that little L has missed her due date and that every passing day brings me closer to the whole drip-epidural-induction-nightmare; or people that keep on calling, texting and commenting on the fact that my belly is still occupied territory.
What is it with the NHS and midwife shortage in this country? How come they abandon you when you could need a little advice and hold you in their tight grip when you just want some peace and quiet?
Yay! We are full-term plus a few days now and little L has the official permission to arrive. Anytime from now she will make her… erm… glamorous entrance into this world.
The first time it hit me, I was walking down Islington’s Upper Street,
struggling under the weight of too many shopping bags, mobile phone in one hand, clutching files in the other.
I know, I shouldn’t be saying this and rather be valuing the precious
time I have left with little L as long as she is still in my tummy.
And I feel awful enough about it. But I think I have had enough now.
Who would have thought that pregnancy is a time full of little pains and itches and pinches? Certainly not me. Leg cramps, water retention, nausea, vomiting, mood swings, trapped nerves and back ache, to name just a few.
I have never been known as the most esoteric person on this planet. I can hardly remember my star sign, let alone any implications that are supposed to come with it. And although my direct environment might not always come to the same conclusion judging my behaviour, I would like to consider my decisions to be mostly logical, thought through and goal oriented.