My Dad is never happier than when he has plans A, B, C up to Z fully mapped out. That way him and my step mother can change their plans at will, and claim that was always the intended course of action.
In the event they went home on Sunday having extracted a solemn vow from the husband to go to my appointment with me and be a vocal advocat for senior medical opinion. They also found time to blackout line my curtains and put up yet more shelves before they left.
Between 12 and 6 on Monday I hung out in the maternal & fetal assessment unit. Blood pressure taken incalculable times (well, maybe 6). Blood extracted, urine tested, baby's heart monitored, her growth scanned, placenta blood flow assessed.
The little one passed all her tests swimmingly. Me not so much. Which is why I am currently tapping this post out on my iPhone again at two in the morning, in a hospital bed, having been thoroughly wakened by more blood pressure tests (3 in a row this time whilst the nurse tried to get a response she was happy with) and that wakefulness being supplemented by a new born wailing to my right.
The plan, much like my folks, seems to have roughly 26 variations and at the moment I am not sure which is the most likely. I will be induced (rather than a c-section) and I would be surprised if I get to the end of the week without that happening (I reach the 37 week goal on Thursday). Whether it will happen sooner or whether I'll gat a few more nights at home before D-day or I guess B(irth)-day is anyone's guess.
The odd thing is I might have a baby any day and I am still not 100% convinced this isn't a phantom pregnancy still...
In the event they went home on Sunday having extracted a solemn vow from the husband to go to my appointment with me and be a vocal advocat for senior medical opinion. They also found time to blackout line my curtains and put up yet more shelves before they left.
Between 12 and 6 on Monday I hung out in the maternal & fetal assessment unit. Blood pressure taken incalculable times (well, maybe 6). Blood extracted, urine tested, baby's heart monitored, her growth scanned, placenta blood flow assessed.
The little one passed all her tests swimmingly. Me not so much. Which is why I am currently tapping this post out on my iPhone again at two in the morning, in a hospital bed, having been thoroughly wakened by more blood pressure tests (3 in a row this time whilst the nurse tried to get a response she was happy with) and that wakefulness being supplemented by a new born wailing to my right.
The plan, much like my folks, seems to have roughly 26 variations and at the moment I am not sure which is the most likely. I will be induced (rather than a c-section) and I would be surprised if I get to the end of the week without that happening (I reach the 37 week goal on Thursday). Whether it will happen sooner or whether I'll gat a few more nights at home before D-day or I guess B(irth)-day is anyone's guess.
The odd thing is I might have a baby any day and I am still not 100% convinced this isn't a phantom pregnancy still...