5 weeks to go

It seems like these countdown posts are coming faster and faster.

Not much to report. Just feeling huge. I'm seeing the consultant today to book the cesarean. I've got a list of questions but I don't really feel prepared. I'm hoping I can get Tobes interested in paintng or something so I can sit down and try to get my head around it all.

Cupcake still feels very low and hopefully I'll find out today if she's still engaged. I've been feeling a bit moody and down the last few days. I think I'm just ready for the pregnancy part to be over and the baby part to begin. Sounds crazy because I know the baby part is soooo much harder but I just want to get on with it. The last few weeks of waiting are like torture for someone with the patience of a gnat.

I had a call from my GP last week and she asked if I would take part in a community study on pregnancy. There are two fourth year medical students who need to meet a pregnant woman and interview her about her pregnancy, hopefully attend the birth and then visit her a couple of times after the birth to discuss her feelings about it all. I said that I would be happy to help. The program is set up so that the students can get a personal viewpoint of a woman's needs in pregnancy and therefore be more sympathetic with their own patients when the time comes. I thought it was a brilliant idea.

So, the two guys came over on Friday and asked me how the pregnancy had affected my life, my relationships, how I felt about it all, etc, etc. By the time the guys left I felt sorry for them. I don't think they were expecting such a chatty Yank! They were both very nice men and we talked for quite a while. Unfortunately, with my attention distracted from him Tobes started acting up. He was literally crawling all over me but I was so pleased to be able to talk about this pregnancy that I just kept chatting even as Toby was literally climbing on top of my head.

I had read that no one is interested in second pregnancies and, though I wouldn't say that is totally true, there is a big element of truth to it. Even J and I haven't been as tuned into this pregnancy as we were the first time around. We just can't be, too tired and too busy. It was so nice to sit and talk about Cupcake and babies for a while, even with a little monster of a three year old hanging off of me at the same time.

So I'll let the students know when I've booked the cesarean and I have their mobile number in case I go into labour sooner. I actually quite like the idea of them coming to the birth. Perhaps it will give me that continuity that will be missing with the way the midwives work here and with our move and so many other things changing. It would be nice to be able to see at least some of the same people before, during and after the baby's arrival. These guys aren't giving me any medical advice or anything like that. They're just asking me how I feel and then really listening to my answers. That feels nice and it makes me think about how I really feel. Doesn't seem to be much time for thinking anymore.