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Week 38-Monday and Tuesday Monday 13th and Tuesday 14th March 2006 Monday was quite productive. Without any biscuits, chocolate or other junk food in the house to distract me I stuck on Sex and the City Season 4 and got started on sorting out my make-up. I disposed of old stuff, sorted out good quality stuff I never use to distribute to friends and family and gathered up the stuff I do use into the various little make-up bags I have. I also started on my jewellery but then got distracted by a trip to the garage to get a chocolate bar. So maybe I’ll finish that particular task later in the week, after filing my bills, organising my shoes and writing to my pen-pal. Hmm. Today (Tuesday) I felt a bit lazier. I was supposed to be meeting Clair for lunch but she is poorly and didn’t want to breathe her nasty germs all over pregnant me so I ended up eating a lot of chocolate digestives and working my way through some more Sex and the City. I went to the hospital in the afternoon to meet my antenatal consultant. He’s a nice man, and the midwives at the hospital are nice too. Though when I asked the midwife there today about testing for Group B strep she made me feel kind of stupid – like it would be the most ridiculous thing in the world to test everyone for Group B Strep unless they had symptoms or a history of it. But I can only go on what I’ve read in books and on the internet obviously so I just thought I’d ask to make sure. It got me thinking though – all these community midwives that make me feel so stupid. Even when I ask if my blood pressure is ok they seem to barely tolerate the question. And it’s not that I ask much anyway, I think the most probing thing I’ve asked before today is “So, what position is the baby in?” But just because they are medical professionals with uniforms and badges doesn’t make them more intelligent than me – it just happens that they have a different set of things they know about. I know how to arrange a meeting for 20 directors and chief execs at the drop of a hat, but I don’t know nothing about contractions, membranes or mucus plugs. I can make a pair of earrings from fimo, I can produce fabulously intricate henna designs, I can knit you a handbag and I know how to bake orange muffins without a recipe. And if any of those midwives asked me about how to do any of those things I would gladly help them out without being patronising. So maybe they could show a little bit more bloody respect. I think next Friday when I turn up for my appointment I’ll go in with a bit more confidence and see how they react to that. If I have questions then they can bloody well answer them in a civilised and polite way, and without their mouths full of salad like the last one. Grrr! Don’t mess with an eight and a half month pregnant woman! Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I saw my antenatal consultant and he did a little mini-scan to check the position of the baby. She’s head down and engaged, so ready for blast off. My consultant is really nice so I left feeling nicely confident that all was ok, a nice change from Friday at the clinic. I am still feeling really hormonal; one minute I’m full of energy and enthusiasm and the next all I want to do is lie down and cry. It’s horrible. I even decided today that I want a McDonald’s, I don’t even like McDonald’s! But Hubby said he’ll get some drive-through his way home from footy training tonight. He’s so great. It is also starting to dawn on me that looking after a baby inside your tummy is a hell of a lot easier than looking after one on the outside.
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