Weeks pregnant: 18
Baby size in fruit: Bell pepper (still no emoji… what do the WhatsApp developers eat)
Last week I went for my somewhat belated 16 week midwife check-up. Apparently I travel too much and therefore my schedule doesn’t fit in with my local health centre’s clinic hours, so 17+3 instead of 16 it was.
Parts of my check up were performed by a somewhat timid student midwife who was constantly being told off by the senior midwife in charge. I felt really quite sorry for her. At the appointment I got the results of my previous tests and I am sure you will be as glad to hear as I was that I don’t have syphilis and I am HIV negative. Unfortunately it turns out that despite the fact that I have been immunised several times I am not immune to rubella AKA German measles, so I have to be extra careful to stay away from anyone who might have it. *Looks around for anyone with spots*.
The senior midwife also checked on Little O’s by checking on its movements and heartbeat. I was not surprised to find that the midwife had a little trouble tracking Little O down in there since he/she has days where the party never stops in there. It’s a completely indescribable feeling… kind of like having a fish flipping around in your belly. Once she had found him/her she had to hold him/her down to ensure that he/she stayed still enough to listen to the heartbeat for a full minute. It’s a very lively… and healthy little creature.
In other news people have started asking to touch my bump, which isn’t the question I don’t like. In fact I am glad that they’ve been polite enough to ask and most of the time I am happy to allow a little pat.
The question I can’t stand is, “how far gone are you?”. It’s not the fact that they’re interested in how advanced my pregnancy is, it’s because it makes me sound like I’ve been drinking or taking narcotics and I am well on my way to ending up topless on the night bus. Then again I am still not sure about the unnamed senior colleague at work who asked me the other day how the “gestation” was going…
Moms/expectant moms, was/is there a pregnancy question you hate?