Legally Blonde

Last time I saw my midwife she asked when I’d booked the pool from. Ten days before the due date, as suggested by herself, I said. Oh,ok. Um. do you think you’d be able to bring it forward a week or so? she said.

So that’s exactly what we did. And we have spent the last week playing with it Husband is relieved to have an accurate idea of time needed to fill it, how to adjust temperature etc, and the emptying pump is the same as the one he used to use to empty his tanks in the old van, so he is quite happy and reassured. Benjamin and I are less worried about the technicalities and have just enjoyed floating about, trying different positions, having more space than in the bath (him) and feeling deliciously less heavy than usual (me). B is now less sad that he wasn’t born in a pool, now that he has at least had turns in it!

Even watching the accursed night garden (not my favourite) becomes bearable when it means lovely together time practising in the pool.

Now we’re up to the time when the pool would have been arriving; midwife still thinks we’ll meet him before another ten days are up, but since her warnings about moving everything up a week, I’m trying not to be impatient about it. Technically we could still have to the end of the month, or even 10 days into the next, before we need to worry about it if he hasn’t put in an appearance by then.

Patience has never been my strong point, though!

after far too long a break I finally had some time and effort to update and found that I couldn’t post! my dashboard had all changd again and there wasn’t any space or button to do writing at all anywhere. Thought maybe I’d been chucked out for not updating in so long, but then saw Jack’s entry about the snapped elastic bands so thought I’d try again. Heartily echoing her thanks for their replacement!!

We are all fine and well. there have been blogworthy comments, from Benjamin, Dai and others; there have been ups, downs, huge successes followed by great tragedy in the garden; there has been much tiredness. Mainly if there were things I wanted to post, I didn’t have time or tinternet at the time; some of it has not been postable. But hey.

David is back in the country after his last big lads’ trip before having to face reality of dadship, relaxed, refreshed, excited and terrified. Benjamin is swinging between “why can’t this baby pop out of your tummy NOW I want to meet it and love it and play with it?!” and “when this baby comes I won’t be your best big boy any more…” and I am trying to reassure him and love him and not baby him toooo much and involve him as far as is appropriate and all that…. juggling ,and trying to be all things to all men (or rather both,, soon to be all three, of my boys)

I had a little worry a couple of weeks ago (the last bank holiday, right in the middle of when D was away), when the health professionals decided I was “small for weeks”, ie only measuring about 30 when I was 36. To check I wasn’t losing fluid, or had a distressed (and therefore stopped growing!) babe for any other reason, I went in for monitoring; the reason the bump looks small is it dropped early, and he was already 3/5 engaged at not quite 36 weeks! Midwife suggested I bring pool booking forward at least a week, as she doesn’t expect us to last to term.

Excitement tinged with panic as the last few weeks have really been against the clock – but at last I am relaxed and confident again. Dai is home; the pool is all set up (including tried and tested; B wanted a turn – “why wasn’t I born in a swimming pool at home?” different circs in those days!); just add baby! the only question left is, will it be tonight? every night for the next fortnight!!