I saw a different doctor today as my own is out this week. Had the quickest visit ever when she finally came into the surgery. She literally measured my tummy (33 inches), checked Bea’s heartbeat and we were done. I was hoping for a little more time to talk to her and find out her policies regarding delivery in case she is on call when Bea decides to arrive, but she was already backing out the door before I really got a chance to whinge about painful Braxton Hicks contractions, or any of the latest niggles I’ve been having. Still, she seemed pleasant enough.
All is well and on track for September 14th, or thereabouts. I’m now 160.5 lbs (11.43 stone for the Brits, 72.5 kg for the Aussies) and thankfully that means I didn’t gain too much while on holiday, just the expected pound a week for this stage of the pregnancy. Phew.