Week 37, Day 1 (Dirty stopout!)

Oh boy, I'm in trouble! Nearly a week's gone by and I haven't updated the blog, and BOY did I get it in the neck from #1 Grandma tonight ;-) Fair enough though, I've been so busy with client work, house cleaning & other stuff that I've been unforgivably neglectful.

It's been a very hectic week, and in order to put it into some order, I'm going to have to categorise and post separately.

So bear with me ;-) (I've put the other two updates "after" this one, ie keep scrolling after this post)

First up - baby news. We went to a course on Tuesday for basic first aid for babies, covering CPR & choking which of course are the two most common baby dangers. Seeing as the idea came from our antenatal class (ahem.. and we were the ones who brought it up IN our antenatal class) imagine my surprise to find a room chock full of the instructor's OTHER antenatal class, and only four from our lot!

What's worse, THEIR lot are funny, older, and quite hip. I feel quite cheated. Why were we stuck in with the youngsters (and the first one who says "for comic relief" is going to get a clip around the ear!)

Anyway, the hour-long course was very good, and well worth the $5 each. Did have to laugh a bit when the instructor said to run out on the street to get help if you're by yourself, rather than leave baby to make a call to the ambulance.

Oh yeah.. I can see me now, waiting for one of the three cars a day that might pass down our road ;-) Methinks (perish the thought I might need to!) I would grab the cordless phone, hit 111, and yell at the handset between breaths into baby.

Anyhoo, it was the midwife visit yesterday, and all continues to be disgustingly well.

BP 120/60
Peestick - no change.
Weight: up 400 grams (FAT baby!)
No swelling other than belly & heavy eyelids.

Bubs "dropped", well engaged and in "perfect position" (except for both hands up around and above his head, as proven by the scans and reminded by the various punches and scratches my cervix continues to endure).

So according to Robyn, he could come "anytime now". Good. I'll hold her to that :-)

I'm starting to wonder whether I have the only midwife in Canterbury (LOL) as yet ANOTHER woman I know turns out to be under her care. I have two clients who are expecting soon (one the day after me), and both are under Robyn. Also two other members of our riding club are either due, or have just had a baby.. and Robyn's looking after them too. We had a good giggle about it the other day, and I asked her if we should just swap address books.

Too weird, Batman.

We all love her though, so no wonder if she's the most sought-after midwife around.

We got our tour through Chch Womens yesterday, and yeah okay, I'm going to have to admit that I'd be okay with delivering there.

Well shucks.. have you seen the SIZE of the waterbirth tubs they have? Only three tubs on the entire floor, unfortunately, but if we're lucky enough to get a bath birth suite, I may never go home.

Think big, white, round and very very deep. (I was looking about wondering when the cannibals would be in to light the fire under the tub, it's of THOSE proportions!)

So baby and I have made it to the 37 week mark, and he's officially "full term" now. How utterly COOL is that!!

According to the midwife and all the books, we're displaying all of the signs of impending parenthood, except for the "show" which apparently can be 'blink and you'll miss it'.

This means I'm drinking that gawd-awful raspberry leaf tea (with great dollops of honey in it), and molesting Wayne every chance I get (except the sod went and put his neck out again last night when he slipped over on wet grass). I'd even get down and wash the floor IF I could reach past the huge and unbending bump.

Anything to coax this baby into making an appearance! (Impatient? Me? Nah...)

Although seeing as Braeden's his father's son, what I should do is wave a tin of condensed milk between my knees and then make a noise like a can opener.

Yeah.. That'd do it ;-)