| I had my midwife appointment yesterday. She works with the OB. She picked up the baby's HB pretty quickly and the Bullet was moving pretty quickly. Lots of swishing. She was pleased with the sounds. I asked if my NT scan results have been returned. She was horrified that I'd not been given the results already. Two weeks have passed, I should have had them ages ago. A moment of anxiety passed through me, what if there was something wrong and were waiting to tell me in person? The midwife - who was very friendly and straight talking - something I rather like - checked with the fleat of admin women - no report. She called the radiology place and requested a report be faxed. While we waited she made small talk about this being my third child and how its unlikely I'll make the hospital in time and it will probably be a 'back seat' baby! I couldn't quite concentrate on her words as we awaited the fax. A long report came through and she began to read. The end result was that I have 1:8502 chance of having a baby with a genetic abnormality. Coolies! She said it was the best result. She then went on to complain about how women SHOULD be told the outcome at the scan, not forced to wait. She said that life was pretty backwards here in Welly. I asked if there was a scanning place where I could get a dvd and 4d pictures. Not in Wellington she laughed. Feeling that I might have a good allie here, I said I was anxious about giving birth in the hospital here because I'd heard bad things. Furthermore, I couldn't BEAR being on a ward because my husband would be kicked out and I think bonding as a family is very important. She agreed with me whole heartedly, but was unable to provide reassurance. Instead agreeing that Steve would be kicked out and if I stayed, I would be put on a ward. She said it wasn't great there, but there was no alternative. So, the plans as before - give birth, get the hell outta there! If I was offered a room with flowers, a plasma screen tv and good food (steak and a glass of red) I would definitely stay for a couple of nights, I think a new Mother deserves a rest. Of course, that said, I have my two little darlings waiting for me. When Pip was born I had to stay overnight on a crowded ward with baby's that screamed and Mother's that pressed the buzzers every few seconds to ask what to do, and I just silently cried like a quiet baby. I loved looking at my little Pip curled up next to me, but I missed Moonie and worried about being away from her overnight. Anyway, can't think of that right now. Its miles away and don't I know it. The sickness is constant, the tiredness is constant and I'm bumbling around like an old war veteran, all of my joints, muscles, ligaments are straining - although I don't feel that big yet! And Steve politely asked the last couple of nights if he could have some wine, of course I told him to go for it, I should as hell would if HE was pregnant! And so he sat there, sipping the red and I actually felt like an alcohlic, desperate for some! I actually did have a little sip, but Bullet reacted instantly. I was sick as a dog and my heartburn was in my throat. That was just from one sip!! Eeek! But it smells and looks so good. Today we did an easter egg for the girls. Well, Moonie really. Pip found one and started tucking in so I don't think she quite grasped the concept or wanted to. They've eaten so many eggs today, there will be sore tummies tonight! Not just them of course, Steve has been eating chocolate like there's no tomorrow. Give it a couple of days and he'll be moaning that he's put weight on and his suit feels tight. Luckily I'm free from it all, Bullet doesn't really like anything! Food is too smelly or too flavoursome. |