Being on the other end of maternity services is a strange beast. Having spent the last 6 years looking after women, now changing sides to being the one that’s “looked after” is an unusual feeling. As you may imagine, I know too much. Every little niggle I liken to the worst case scenario and then have to scale it back and stop my unnecessary worry.
“One braxton hick does not a labour make.” mumsymidwife 2015 (you can quote me on that if you fancy)
Putting my neurotic thoughts aside, pregnancy is as hard as I thought it would be. I always estimated it to be awful and it hasn’t disappointed so far! Awaiting labour and the perils that brings will test my expectations again. I’m sure you’ll hear all about that when the time comes!
Unfortunately I could count on one hand the nice things about this pregnancy:
- I have been very lucky to get pregnant.
- Every week further is a bonus towards the end goal!
- I love the movements I feel from the bean.
And that’s where my compliments end… I won’t bore you with my list of woes, they are endless right now. But three years at uni and endless experience doesn’t teach you about the deep sense of responsibility you feel when you’re baby is in the wrong position at a scan and you can’t help but feel it’s your fault! Although that particular woe features quite a way down my list.
For now I’m trying to enjoy my maternity leave (in this flaming heat?!) and satisfy my unsatisfyable (not sure that’s a word) cravings. That is a post for another day. Link
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