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susie_floGood morning fiends, hope you're all well.
Today I have another antenatal class for ladies only. Not sure what we're covering... the last one was all about practising labour positions with birth partners following a set of illustrations (like a traumatic version of the Kama Sutra) and learning the pros & cons of all of the diff pain relief options. Also I learned not to worry if the baby comes out looking like a dead blueberry and that it's probably better for your man to stay at the head end if you end up needing an assisted birth ...and ever want to have sex again without him suffering PTSD.
Yesterday I had a very comforting midwife appointment. During the entire pregnancy so far I've never seen the same midwife twice, so the experience tends to vary each time I go, but in essence they always do the same things (a bit of belly prodding, heartbeat check, blood pressure and a urine test). I think they must be trained to say encouraging things... like telling you your bump is exactly the right size and things like that. Even Barbara Woodhouse was encouraging in a "come along now, there's a good girl" sort of way.
But anyway yesterday's midwife was a godsend and took away all of my anxieties about the impending birth options. In my earlier appointments I'd somehow got the impression that I had to make an ill-informed decision in advance about whether to give birth in the birthing suite (which has things like water births and beanbags and cosy rooms with low lighting and some pain drugs) or in the labour ward (which has hospital beds and bright lights and full-on epidural + assisted birth). But apparently I don't have to decide any of that and can just turn up on the day and see how things are going and change my mind if need be. I like this much better and am going to stop thinking about it now. 'Tis banned from my head. I'm not due for another 4 weeks anyway but have been advised to pack my hospital bag in case I sprog early (yikes).
I hope you are all having spiffing Tuesdays...
Today I have another antenatal class for ladies only. Not sure what we're covering... the last one was all about practising labour positions with birth partners following a set of illustrations (like a traumatic version of the Kama Sutra) and learning the pros & cons of all of the diff pain relief options. Also I learned not to worry if the baby comes out looking like a dead blueberry and that it's probably better for your man to stay at the head end if you end up needing an assisted birth ...and ever want to have sex again without him suffering PTSD.
Yesterday I had a very comforting midwife appointment. During the entire pregnancy so far I've never seen the same midwife twice, so the experience tends to vary each time I go, but in essence they always do the same things (a bit of belly prodding, heartbeat check, blood pressure and a urine test). I think they must be trained to say encouraging things... like telling you your bump is exactly the right size and things like that. Even Barbara Woodhouse was encouraging in a "come along now, there's a good girl" sort of way.
But anyway yesterday's midwife was a godsend and took away all of my anxieties about the impending birth options. In my earlier appointments I'd somehow got the impression that I had to make an ill-informed decision in advance about whether to give birth in the birthing suite (which has things like water births and beanbags and cosy rooms with low lighting and some pain drugs) or in the labour ward (which has hospital beds and bright lights and full-on epidural + assisted birth). But apparently I don't have to decide any of that and can just turn up on the day and see how things are going and change my mind if need be. I like this much better and am going to stop thinking about it now. 'Tis banned from my head. I'm not due for another 4 weeks anyway but have been advised to pack my hospital bag in case I sprog early (yikes).
Onto other matters, I'm going to have a couple of days off from DIY - hoorah! Our little spare room is now fully painted and has become a lovely, crisp, blank cube and just needs some coving and a ceiling rose putting up. At some point I will whimsify it properly before Rup moves in but for now we've just shoved all of the old stuff back in and will use it to hide baby clutter.
Well... I suppose I should probably move from the sofa. Perhaps I will spend the rest of the morning having breakfast and a hot bath to soothe away my aches, then do my class... and then spend the late afternoon fecking about ineffectually. That sounds like a fine plan, no?
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Date: 2011-05-10 09:31 am (UTC)I think I am going to make a career out of this.
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