Still here...
Jan. 3rd, 2007 05:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
r_scribblesStill pregnant. Still 26 (just). Still permanently hungry & sleepy (except at bedtime when I get all irritable).
Rarrrr! This is getting mighty annoying now! I was getting some interesting aches in the small of my back last night/this morning but it appears that these have done nothing, nor has my trip to the hospital today. Basically they wanted to give me a membrane sweep today to kick-start things naturally but couldn't because I'm not even slightly dilated. Plus when they said 'the procedure's a bit uncomfortable' what they obviously meant was 'it's incredibly painful' and I'd forgotten to mention my weirdly positioned cervix (which has always made Smear Tests a barrel of laughs in the past). Cue five minutes of the obstetrition rummaging around for my cervix and me screaming in agony and pummelling the wall. And that's just an internal. Fuck knows how I'm going to get through actual childbirth. Midwife was there and suggested next time (for there will indeed be a 'next time' for this unpleasantness if babba isn't out by next Weds) I ask for Gas & Air for the sweep alone - I am *such* a frickin wuss! So anyway the long and the short of it is that labour doesn't appear in any way imminent, and it's looking more and more likely that I'll go over my due date.
I wouldn't feel so useless if I could actually *do* stuff. Took the tree down and got some groceries today, and that's been about it. Don't have the mental capacity to write whatsoever. Meh!
EDIT: Having listened to the latest installment of Trevor's World Of Sport on R4 I'm utterly falling for Sammy Dobbs. A self-obsessed, sociopathic, possibly Autistic character created by the men who brought me Damien Day and Colin Mathews - I never stood a chance. This week he ran the London Marathon on a day's notice and absolutely no training dressed as a Gnu in order to impress a humourless German Lesbian. Feel The Love!
Rarrrr! This is getting mighty annoying now! I was getting some interesting aches in the small of my back last night/this morning but it appears that these have done nothing, nor has my trip to the hospital today. Basically they wanted to give me a membrane sweep today to kick-start things naturally but couldn't because I'm not even slightly dilated. Plus when they said 'the procedure's a bit uncomfortable' what they obviously meant was 'it's incredibly painful' and I'd forgotten to mention my weirdly positioned cervix (which has always made Smear Tests a barrel of laughs in the past). Cue five minutes of the obstetrition rummaging around for my cervix and me screaming in agony and pummelling the wall. And that's just an internal. Fuck knows how I'm going to get through actual childbirth. Midwife was there and suggested next time (for there will indeed be a 'next time' for this unpleasantness if babba isn't out by next Weds) I ask for Gas & Air for the sweep alone - I am *such* a frickin wuss! So anyway the long and the short of it is that labour doesn't appear in any way imminent, and it's looking more and more likely that I'll go over my due date.
I wouldn't feel so useless if I could actually *do* stuff. Took the tree down and got some groceries today, and that's been about it. Don't have the mental capacity to write whatsoever. Meh!
EDIT: Having listened to the latest installment of Trevor's World Of Sport on R4 I'm utterly falling for Sammy Dobbs. A self-obsessed, sociopathic, possibly Autistic character created by the men who brought me Damien Day and Colin Mathews - I never stood a chance. This week he ran the London Marathon on a day's notice and absolutely no training dressed as a Gnu in order to impress a humourless German Lesbian. Feel The Love!
