No-one really prepares you for how crap you'll feel when you go overdue. I'm on day three and I've done quite well at getting on with things but I've found that I've become twitchy when the phone rings or I hear the telltale beep of a text message. I spent the morning and half of the afternoon at my GP and then the hospital. I feel completely pissy because it is difficult to get consistent information and everyone contradicts the shit out of each other. All the pain I've been having for the past month? Yes, some of that is 'early' labour pains but what nobody mentioned until today is the position of the baby is causing much of the pain.
The bambino is OP or back to back - she is presenting all the limbs to my stomach as opposed to my back and even though she is 4/5ths engaged, the position means her head is not at quite the right angle and that unless she shifts position when I go into labour, I am in for a long drawn out labour. Oh joy...
I've been booked to be induced on...yes you guessed it...the evening of the 29th, the day we move. Fecking sods law. My hospital induces on day 10 or 11, so we have to go with it. Pray that I don't have to go through the whole induction thing. I hear it's not pleasant....
The registrar tried to do a membrane sweep but apparently, my cervix is NOT ready...
I got home a while ago after pottering around the shops for a bit, and took 3 calls and replied to a few texts on my return and then burst into tears. I felt better afterwards...
Oh and I forgot to mention that another one of my friends from the antenatal class gave birth yesterday to a baby boy. My cervix and the bambino may not be getting the show on the road, but the rest of the world is ;-)
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Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
The Waiting Game - Rant alert
Nobody tells you just how tedious it can be, waiting to go into labour. I'm not literally sitting around waiting to pop, but I am now at that stage where I'm bored of having pre-labour/early labour pains and just want to get the show on the road. Every day I'm reading about people giving birth and I'm thinking "When I'm f'ng going to give birth?!" Yes, I am starting to feel impatient.
It's my own fault for listening to all and sundry comment on how me being the size I am, there was no way I'd make it to 40 weeks. "Oooh, you'll definitely go early!";"Your bump has dropped. I reckon it's any day now."; "Look at the freakin size of your bump and how tiny you are!";"Your uterus is very stretched. I'd be surprised if you didn't go into labour soon.";"I'll book your 41 week appointment but I'd be surprised if you actually make it in for that appointment."
Well prepare to be surpised mofos! Ugh, I am being such a cranky bitch and I should be lapping up what free time I have left (yes I know my days are numbered) but I've been off work for almost 6 weeks and it's starting to feel like I'm going round the twist. It takes effort to drag myself into central London, and when I get there I enjoy myself, but I'm exhausted quite quickly, I take phonecalls checking on my whereabouts and whether my waters have broken, and I spend a lot of my time looking for toilets.
I woke up from a dream where I was in labour with jacked up hair on Thursday and the fear of looking like someone who'd been plugged straight into an electrical socket in my first photos with the baby filled me with panic. So I dragged myself into central London yesterday to get my hair done. I know it's vain but I don't do jacked up and the fact that you get bombarded with visitors once the bambino arrives is all the more reason to ensure I look half way presentable.
One of the girls from antenatal class that I was supposed to meet with for our Wednesday coffee, went into labour that morning and gave birth 4 hours later. The other girls and I are in awe of her quick labour. She was due two days before me so she gave birth a week early. We had similar pregnancies as we'd been bitching about our pains for the last few weeks, so of course I wondered if that meant that I should brace myself for the onslaught of labour...clearly not!
I had contractions for two hours and then another hour and a half session on Thursday. Then nothing. They were about 15 mins apart and at one point went down to seven, and then five. Then frickin NOTHING!
As for moving...it's not happening this week. Let's just say that it is very soon now...like potentially three days after my due date! Or ten days after! Merciful hour! To be honest, I'm beyond caring. What will be will be. Who knows when the bambino is going to arrive? The house situation isn't ideal but it's the cards we've been dealt. We've done everything possible to make things move quicker and being in a chain has just made everything go slower. Much like the onset of labour....
OK, I'm going to stop bitching now....
It's my own fault for listening to all and sundry comment on how me being the size I am, there was no way I'd make it to 40 weeks. "Oooh, you'll definitely go early!";"Your bump has dropped. I reckon it's any day now."; "Look at the freakin size of your bump and how tiny you are!";"Your uterus is very stretched. I'd be surprised if you didn't go into labour soon.";"I'll book your 41 week appointment but I'd be surprised if you actually make it in for that appointment."
Well prepare to be surpised mofos! Ugh, I am being such a cranky bitch and I should be lapping up what free time I have left (yes I know my days are numbered) but I've been off work for almost 6 weeks and it's starting to feel like I'm going round the twist. It takes effort to drag myself into central London, and when I get there I enjoy myself, but I'm exhausted quite quickly, I take phonecalls checking on my whereabouts and whether my waters have broken, and I spend a lot of my time looking for toilets.
I woke up from a dream where I was in labour with jacked up hair on Thursday and the fear of looking like someone who'd been plugged straight into an electrical socket in my first photos with the baby filled me with panic. So I dragged myself into central London yesterday to get my hair done. I know it's vain but I don't do jacked up and the fact that you get bombarded with visitors once the bambino arrives is all the more reason to ensure I look half way presentable.
One of the girls from antenatal class that I was supposed to meet with for our Wednesday coffee, went into labour that morning and gave birth 4 hours later. The other girls and I are in awe of her quick labour. She was due two days before me so she gave birth a week early. We had similar pregnancies as we'd been bitching about our pains for the last few weeks, so of course I wondered if that meant that I should brace myself for the onslaught of labour...clearly not!
I had contractions for two hours and then another hour and a half session on Thursday. Then nothing. They were about 15 mins apart and at one point went down to seven, and then five. Then frickin NOTHING!
As for moving...it's not happening this week. Let's just say that it is very soon now...like potentially three days after my due date! Or ten days after! Merciful hour! To be honest, I'm beyond caring. What will be will be. Who knows when the bambino is going to arrive? The house situation isn't ideal but it's the cards we've been dealt. We've done everything possible to make things move quicker and being in a chain has just made everything go slower. Much like the onset of labour....
OK, I'm going to stop bitching now....
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
The Waterworks Have Begun
I'm finally writing my first post on this blog and it's mostly for the sake of my own sanity. I'm almost 15 weeks pregnant and think I am cracking up from my hormones. I'm trying to remain relatively normal but burst into tears tonight when my boyfriend laughed after I told him not to laugh. It's not like it was anything major to be fair:
I was bitching about my dad wanting dinner cooked when I got back from work (he is painting my flat and I am actually paying him!) and feeling like a housewife and then feeling infuriated when he said "Well this is what it will be like when the baby is born." After what I felt was like slaving over a hot stove, he was less than enthusiastic and quickly said that he would cook dinner tomorrow. It's not that I expect him to brown-nose me, but for f*cks sake! Humour me or something!
Anyway I relayed all of this to my boyfriend and was greeted by silence and then the distinct sounds of stifled laughter. "Are you laughing?!" I screeched and then he really did laugh. And then I burst into loud noisy sobs and he was completely shocked. He didn't let it get to him though and I was laughing in between sniffles and felt like a complete dick after a while.
I'm off to bed. I've had a shit day, I work with muppets, I tried on a bra in Marks and Spencer and recoiled at the sight of myself squeezed into my trousers and I feel like standing on top of a table and stamping my feet and screaming like a lunatic.
I was bitching about my dad wanting dinner cooked when I got back from work (he is painting my flat and I am actually paying him!) and feeling like a housewife and then feeling infuriated when he said "Well this is what it will be like when the baby is born." After what I felt was like slaving over a hot stove, he was less than enthusiastic and quickly said that he would cook dinner tomorrow. It's not that I expect him to brown-nose me, but for f*cks sake! Humour me or something!
Anyway I relayed all of this to my boyfriend and was greeted by silence and then the distinct sounds of stifled laughter. "Are you laughing?!" I screeched and then he really did laugh. And then I burst into loud noisy sobs and he was completely shocked. He didn't let it get to him though and I was laughing in between sniffles and felt like a complete dick after a while.
I'm off to bed. I've had a shit day, I work with muppets, I tried on a bra in Marks and Spencer and recoiled at the sight of myself squeezed into my trousers and I feel like standing on top of a table and stamping my feet and screaming like a lunatic.
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