For many years I’ve definitely found myself as the type of person who would much rather stay in, keeping myself to myself than going out doing things or rather spending time with people in a sense. I always found myself making up excuses as to why I couldn’t meet a friend for shopping that day or trying to get things done any other way than having to go out and do them and it was simply because I couldn’t really be bothered. View Post
On the Wednesday, the first pessary I had been given was removed and the midwife did an examination of my cervix. Not much had happened at all. I was approximately 1-1.5cm dilated and my cervix was still too far back so she placed another in and left it to do it’s magic for another 24 hours. Again, I tried walking, bouncing on the pregnancy ball, I had a curry for tea and ate a lot of fruit in the hopes it would help move things along. No such luck. View Post
I went to my 38 week midwife appointment with a touch of nervousness and a whole load of excitement. I’d had braxton hicks on and off for the past few weeks and had been slowly losing my plug. Baby had been engaged for at least a week and had been head down for a few weeks. So in theory, I was thinking something should be happening around now. My midwife carried out all of the usual checks, hearing baby’s heartbeat, measuring my bump, BP etc. However, my blood pressure was a little raised and she wanted me to see the community midwives again in the morning. I was fairly accustomed to this as I’d done it twice over the past few weeks. View Post
