Diva

So I think our Spud is going to be a little diva when she arrives (she’s my child: there’s no “think” about it…)

T and I have spent the morning at the Maternity Unit again, as I had barely felt any movement since about 6pm last night and I’ve had shooting pains across the top and bottom of my bump. At first I wasn’t too worried: I have had a stressful couple of days, what with one thing and another, and I know that stress can cause a drop in movements, but I rang the Midwifery Unit just in case and they said it would be best for me to go in and be checked over.

As with the last time my blood pressure and pee were both checked, and I was hooked up to the machine which monitor’s Spud’s heartbeat and whether I’m having contractions. Pretty much the very moment we arrived at the triage unit she started wriggling around like mad, and I was pressing the movement monitor button every minute or two! I feel like such a fraud as I know they need beds for emergencies and things! However, they must have seen something off, as, unlike the last time when I was signed out pretty quickly, I was kept on the monitors for much longer, and they said they’d booked me in for a scan in the early afternoon. I think they also checked for issues with my gall bladder and appendix, and T later overheard a midwife saying that “the results were less than five, which is good”, whatever that means; at least it’s good!

Because of the pains I was having I was also seen by a doctor who, while checking over my bump, had difficulty finding Spud’s position: turns out that, after spending the past twenty weeks, or whatever, in the perfect position, she’s decided to move and was lying in some sort of awkward diagonal! He suggested perhaps that’s why I’d not felt her as much, because her back was up against my front so her arms and legs were towards my back. He also wanted to check me with a speculum, and concluded that everything is normal, and she’s not ready to pop out just yet.

The scan also came back normal: we couldn’t really see Spud clearly on the screen as she’s taking up so much space now, but it’s reassuring to know that everything is still good with her in there. I do feel like there ought to be a Third Trimester scan as standard (I know some areas do, but ours isn’t one of them!) as it seems like an awfully long time to go: thirteen, then twenty weeks, then nothing until *pop*! She’s measuring within her normal growth parameters, according to the scan, which is obviously more accurate than fundal height measurement, and her estimated weight is ever so slightly on the bigger side of average for her gestation, so that’s all a relief too.

T and I are now back at home with a much-needed cup of coffee! And, hopefully, our next hospital visit will be for the big one…