NotSheep

So…yesterday at about 3.30 pm, I wrote a post that I was having some pretty good contractions. And I saved it as draft. And I said, in the text of the post, that I was saving it as a draft, and I wasn’t posting it until I was absolutely certain that I was in labour, so if anyone was reading it, they’d know things were moving.

Well, you didn’t read it, so that tells you what happened, doesn’t it? Four hours of contractions and then….nothing.

But I did think the baby was head-down yesterday, and from yesterday afternoon, I thought he/she might actually be head-down-in-my-pelvis (rather than just head-in-that-general-direction, as previously). This morning, I decided to phone the midwife and ask her to check, figuring that if I was wrong, it would give me the opportunity to take more Pulsatilla before the weekend.

And I was right :-D. Baby’s head is now down, just over my pubic bone. Not engaged, but a) it’s down (did I mention that?) and b) this is a fifth baby, so not-engaged is no big deal. And it gets the midwives off my back about breech birth at home, and about having an ultrasound scan to check. So all good

Now if we can just get labour going….

Jack was very chatty with the midwives today - he kept coming in to show them books and things he’d found (”dis is my skateboarder”) and then got a post-it note and pen to “write my name” - a page consisting of lots of shapes that looked like “J” - not bad. And then another post-it note to draw circles. He told me before the midwives arrived that the baby was coming out soon and he was going to “hold her and cuddle her” - to which George said “unless, of course, it’s a boy”, and Jack looked at him as if this thought had never occurred to him and then said “yeah”. I asked him later what he was going to do when the baby came out (expecting the hold-and-cuddle answer again) and he said “stay awake” and then “come down in living room” (where the birthing pool is)

The arrival of the second midwife today was greeted by a yell from George at the top of the stairs of “it’s another widmife!” - which prompted Barney to yell “no, it’s a breadknife” and then they went off into a round of rhyming words, the more ridiculous the better

Jack fell asleep at 4.30 and didn’t wake until 6.30 - normally that would trigger a huge sigh on my part, because I know it means he’ll be up late, but since Scratchy was going grocery-shopping last night, I sent Jack with him…hehehe…of course Scratchy comes home and tells me how Jack talks non-stop the whole way through the trip - well what does he think he does all day with me?