So it’s the final week and the next time I waffle on about my shenanigans with ‘baby 2’, they will be out. I can hardly believe it! Actually, that’s a lie. I catch sight of myself in the mirror sometimes and do a double take, which I suppose is better than when the bambino cracks up laughing and chuckles to herself when she sees me naked…
Nesting reached fever pitch when we finally got to Ikea last Thursday evening. Unfortunately we got there are a little later than planned as it turned into a family outing with one of the ‘glamourous grannies’ (the boyf’s mum) in tow. We left…just before 11pm. Really, I don’t know where the time went but Ikea’s a bit like a torture racetrack with shopping highlights and delights that make you suffer the pain and continue. Once you get on the track, you’re trapped and even if you use one of the couple of ‘shortcuts’ (very loosely used words), you’re forced to see more of the store en route. Still…we got almost everything although I didn’t manage to sneak in a kitchen….
However, on Saturday as I hustled family members around the house to work on various tasks, the boyf said “What’s that small box in the spare room?” I froze. Why does he have to be observant? “It’s..a..er…desk for the bambino..you…er…know…for when I’m working in the office. She has her own space to sit and work” He burst out laughing. “You sure managed to sneak that one past me!” – the trick is to write down aisle and location numbers and feign confusion about what’s what… Best not to mention the Magis Alma chairs then…
The nursery is almost done and my dad swore blind after I cornered him with a hormonal panic rant that it’ll be finished on Wednesday. Poor man!
There was a reason for all the panic in the end as by mid Thursday afternoon I was told I was to go for reassessment the following day to be induced or c-sectioned asap. My fidgety baby had gone from breach a few weeks back, to head down for a couple of weeks, to bloody oblique! It was all I could do not to let out a volley of swearwords that would send birds scattering in parks everywhere!
We rocked up to the hospital on Friday morning and they hooked me up to the monitor for ages, examined me and announced that the baby had changed their mind and was now head down and that they had an ‘unstable lie’. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or annoyed. I’d already psyched myself up to be in hospital today as when I say I am sick of being pregnant because of feeling like my va-jay-jay is cracking, waddling everywhere, yelping in pain due to my screwed up back, and spending half the day taking a wee, you just don’t know the half of it! They then rummaged in me like a magician does in their magic hat for a ‘membrane sweep’ and announced that my cervix is actually opening. I was so surprised, for once I had nothing to say so she must have thought I didn’t register what she said.
“I CAN GET A FULL FINGER IN THERE!” and the boyf and I fell around in hysterics! “Alright, alright!” I said feeling more than a bit mortified. Mind you, this is a massive change to last time. They could barely get a wisp of air in there when the bambino was 9 days overdue… Of course, 48 hours has passed and despite having contractions on and off all weekend, they haven’t materialised into full on labour. In the meantime, people who were due at the same time as me or after me are dropping like there’s no tomorrow. I’m having a sense of deja-vous…
So with my due date on Good Friday and me booked into hospital for induction or c-section on the 14th, I know that we will be holding ‘baby 2’ in the next 7 days and I’m very excited despite the unknowns and unpredictability of a baby that seems to shuffle through positions like a circus acrobat… Back soon!
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