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!