Revised due date is September 10th. We had the scan yesterday, plus consultant appointment and midwife appointment for urine test and blood pressure etc. We took Edward along with us, largely asleep in his buggy, and Elizabeth stayed at home with Grandad drawing and playing pretend 'go to Sainsburys' etc.
The scan involved the usual nervous wait for something to appear on screen, followed by my craning around to see if I could see any movement (still can't work it out, but was reassured that the heart was beating) and then the reassurance that there was just one baby in there. That was all fine, big relief all around.
Then the meeting with the doctor, which just filled me with dread. Because of the pph with Elizabeth it was decided I'd definitely be booked for the consultant unit, which I wasn't happy about, even though she wrote in my notes that I didn't want continuous monitoring. Really really wanted to be able to use the birth pool. Really wanted to avoid the consultant ward at all costs. The Group B Strep swab came back positive but still need to have another at 36 weeks, so could end up having to have intravenous antibiotics as well as the venflon in my arm because of the risk of pph. Not happy. Then came home and decided there was no point being negative about it. Just have to have firm birth plan, and stick to my guns.
Edward had his twelve months jabs, no adverse reaction. The last few days he had been far less sick, and we've actually left the muslins on the shelf. Somewhat unbelievable. No muslin draped over shoulder, or lingering around in the living room! He took a fairly tentative step between husband and I before bath-time the other day, and I trimmed his hair because husband was worried he was developing a mullet. Still feel knackered. Had very tense argument with husband last night about my birthday next week.
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