Well, things are starting to feel like a birth is going to happen. Not imminently or anything, but the pool has arrived and my last day of work is this Friday.
I had intended to stick it out until June 10th, a week before my initial due date (which has been changed about a billion times, so that I am not just saying “we are having a baby sometime in June”), but I decided last weekend that I needed some time for myself. I need some time to transition into this new life, so I am taking it!
We have gotten a good deal done in the last few weeks. We took a trip to England to visit K’s parents and to collect our new fancy-pants stroller (which I admit cost more then our second hand car). Currently, the only passenger in our Bugaboo is Eliot (furry baby from older Moses Basket Post), but it is ready and waiting for our little man.
We also spent last weekend stocking up on stuff for our homebirth…..towels, linens, faceclothes, maternity maxi pads (long and thick!), Heinz Baked Beans and lots of British Detective Series (what else do you need?).
I have also spent a lot more time listening to my Hypno Birthing C.D., and reading Angela Horn’s amazing website about Homebirth in the UK. My prenatal coach (and super-lady-friend-radical-midwife) read some of the stories and has assured me that much of what is written on that site is pretty accurate and not over or under playing the realities of birth.
On the midwife front: I have a new midwife. It has been an interesting journey realizing that midwife does not automatically equal non-medicalized approaches to birth. Nor does it automatically equal being a supportive, compassionate and professional caregiver. Between the three no-show appointments we experienced with our old midwife, her attempt to pass me off to a gynie in my 35th week and her inability to help me with options saw both Kevin and I decide that we had no other choice but to find new care. We were lucky. I feel that our new midwife team is supportive, informed and totally focused on the things that are important in our family. There were a couple of hectic, scary, nerve wracking and horror filled days two weeks ago as I tried to find a midwife to take me on at this late stage, but all is well now and we are ready to rock and roll.
I have been drinking my raspberry leaf tea like a mad woman and the Braxton Hicks are giving my belly a Tai-Bo work out like I have never had before. I am also having wicked nerve pain in the front of my right thigh. I am pretty sure this is related to the pressure of baby’s head in my crotchal region – which is persistent, strong and increasing with each passing day.
I have been eating a bit more lately – because of the little bean’s descent into my pelvis, my stomach has been able to hold more nummy food – like all the vegan icecream I have been making, vegan grilled cheese, and lots of really tasty avocado salads, and the great aubergine dip Kevin is famous for. Mmmmmm….it is so nice to be eating again and not feel like I am going to explode. I think that this has been one of the misconceptions that pregnancy killed for me. I really was never HUNGRY….or able to eat too much – it just wouldn’t fit. I am not sure if that is because of how short I am and how little my torso is…..but it has been a little disappointing. Oh well, I have managed to gain loads of weight and grow a healthy baby anyway….so the gorging can wait until I start breastfeeding I guess.
Come on little baby – keep on growing, keep on kicking and keep on cuddlin’ (I just know he is cuddling in there – he has a granny who eat, breaths and sleeps tiny snuggles, so I know he will be primed for good snuggles as soon as he gets out)
Mmmm…I promise to post pictures of my new Mr. Turtle Pool, I mean my new Birth Pool. I want to set it up so badly, but we should maybe wait until the weekend……