I hope both Mum and Mom had a Happy Mothering Sunday yesterday. Miss my Mum lots, don’t like being so far away that I can’t see her very often.
I was a little disappointed that Bill and I didn’t get to see Fran yesterday but it’s probably a good idea to stick fairly close to home now I’ve entered my eighth month of pregnancy. Originally Mary had coincidentally been planning a baby shower for the 26th and I’d been hoping Fran and Don would have attended so that I could wish her a Happy Mother’s Day in person at the same time. Oh well.
As it happens this weekend was a very hectic one for Bill and I anyway. We spent both afternoons at the office and the rest of our time trying to tick things off the long list of “things we need to do before Sam is born”
Rather than getting more manageable this list just seems to get longer and longer. For example, the fridge/freezer packed in this weekend and now we have to sort that out too. This is a real pain because getting my daily quota of calcium and other necessary foods for a growing Sam is so much more difficult with nowhere to keep things fresh. We have so much to do for work this week though that I have no idea when we’ll be able to get around to dealing with it. Gah!
This morning I had another trip to the doctors. All is well with the boy and she says he’s a good size baby. When I queried what a “good size” is she guestimated his weight at about six pounds right now. His heart is still sounding good, my blood pressure is perfect and I guess my weight was alright as that wasn’t commented on this time.
The doctor did ask if I was still working and reiterated that I need to slow down now and behave as if I’m eight months pregnant. She seemed happy when I explained that this week is likely to be crazy, but that after that I should be able to relax as I won’t be coming into the office with Bill anymore. (Actually I’m going to be quite sad when I have to stay at home. Although it’s going to be a relief to not have to worry about work on top of everything else, I’m going to miss being able to come in and see everyone.) Of course, I didn’t mention that I’ve been staying up late on crazy missions to finish stuff around the nursery. Last night I got home from the office and was painting the skirting until past ten. Can’t help it…must get it perfect in there!
Dr Johnston and the nurse both picked up on the fact that I seem to have a fair bit of water retention. They noticed this mainly in my hands, which I thought was a bit surprising, but makes sense as I’ve not been wearing my wedding and engagement rings for a while now as I’ve been worried that they wouldn’t come off again if I did.
I also questioned the weird pain I’ve been getting in my left heel. It doesn’t always bother me but sometimes I get this sharp pain in one spot. When I try to locate the pain by rubbing the area I can’t replicate the feeling. Anyway, apparently this is caused by water retention too. It seems there is probably a little pool of water collecting by some nerve endings and causing trouble. Thankfully this should clear up once Sam is born.
Sam and I now get to see the doctor every week from now on and next visit I’m scheduled for my Strep B culture. I’m not looking forward to this. Not so much because of the actual test, but because of the possible outcome…a positive result means going to the hospital as soon as labour starts and being given antibiotics via IV. As I’m hoping to try to remain as mobile as possible (and to do most of the early labour at home) I wouldn’t be too happy about that. Fingers crossed I’m negative!