40 weeks and 5 days later . .
Margo and I are still here as mom and baby unit. Appointment yesterday showed I'm a mere 1 cm dilated, maybe 50% effaced (Midwife didn't specify but she showed me how long, on her finger, my cervix is and I'm guessing) , and so basically a long way to go. The midwife did perform a "stretch and sweep" of my cervix to try and kick start but other than a bit of bleeding and some minor cramping, nada.
Michel and I went for a decent length walk last night and I am planning on walking for a bit this morning and also this afternoon. The waiting. Oh the waiting. Anticipation is the worst. I think that giving birth at 38 weeks or something when you're expecting it but maybe not expecting it right then would be far better than hanging on this long . . . WAY too much time to consider the many lovely and not so lovely aspects of labour and delivery.
Funny story. (well to me, anyhow). Walking home from the bus yesterday after my appointment I felt a big of a gush and thought my water had broken. I was hurrying along home and heard "are you Donna?" It was Michel's Aunt, Anne Marie, so I stopped to talk. (I didn't want to be rude, but it was slightly difficult to keep up a conversation!). True to form, she switched to French half way through, which is ordinarily fine as I can more than hold my own, but I can't help but think that she must think I a) am a bit of a mute or b) don't really understand much french as my interjections were minimal at best. I just wanted to get home and check things out. (No water breakage, just some after leakage from the exam at the midwives - sorry if that's gory!)
So c'est ça. Didn't want to leave you all hanging thinking no news is good news, when in fact no news is just that - no news!
Michel and I went for a decent length walk last night and I am planning on walking for a bit this morning and also this afternoon. The waiting. Oh the waiting. Anticipation is the worst. I think that giving birth at 38 weeks or something when you're expecting it but maybe not expecting it right then would be far better than hanging on this long . . . WAY too much time to consider the many lovely and not so lovely aspects of labour and delivery.
Funny story. (well to me, anyhow). Walking home from the bus yesterday after my appointment I felt a big of a gush and thought my water had broken. I was hurrying along home and heard "are you Donna?" It was Michel's Aunt, Anne Marie, so I stopped to talk. (I didn't want to be rude, but it was slightly difficult to keep up a conversation!). True to form, she switched to French half way through, which is ordinarily fine as I can more than hold my own, but I can't help but think that she must think I a) am a bit of a mute or b) don't really understand much french as my interjections were minimal at best. I just wanted to get home and check things out. (No water breakage, just some after leakage from the exam at the midwives - sorry if that's gory!)
So c'est ça. Didn't want to leave you all hanging thinking no news is good news, when in fact no news is just that - no news!
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