So I’m still pregnant. I’m 39 weeks today, it’s my third pregnancy and I’ve never been 39 weeks pregnant – never mind with two kids. They have me worn out.
Twice this week the kids had beans on toast/waffles for dinner. Not that they were complaining because it was too warm for a big meal but I just don’t have the energy to be cooking anything. I’ve served Joe a curry, a pot noodle and a rasher sambo for dinner this week too. He’s lucky he got anything really. He referred to my pregnancy as a condition this week. I asked for a back rub earlier and after three minutes his hand was sore. Oh and he also told me today I was too pregnant to go swimming so I might just drown him in cold water when he sleeps tonight. Pregnancy hormones will forgive me.
I haven’t lifted the hoover nor done any washing apart from Frankie’s cloth nappies. So there’s no nesting going on this week. I’ve half considered getting a cleaner in to give the kitchen and bathroom a good scrub. The only time the bathroom floor has been cleaned the past month is wiping up the bath water from Frankie’s splash-splash. He absolutely destroys the place.
I had an antenatal appointment on Wednesday and begged for a sweep and although I was highly favourable my platelets have dropped so my risk of bleeding after it and during labour is higher than the average. An epidural is out of the question and god forbid there are any complications I’ll have a spinal tap to have a caesarean-section. My obstetrician told me she will most likely book me in for an induction on Wednesday due to my low platelets, something I really don’t want to happen so I’ve never wanted my waters to break so much in my life. I’ve yet to hear a positive induction story.
I’ve finally accepted nothing naturally induces labour. No amount of pineapple, curry or raspberry leaf tea induces labour. No amount of sex, squatting, walking sidewards on the stairs induces labour. No amount of rotating on a birthing ball or replicating labour inducing Youtube video’s with the five-year-old induces labour. Baby will come when she’s ready. I’m just too bloody impatient and want to meet her, smell her, hold her.
This one is short but hopefully it will be my last pregnancy update and my next post will be a birth announcement, oh the excitement!