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Today, I’ve visited the midwife, and we have discussed a few important things.
Over the last 4 days, my ankles have nearly doubled in size and I’ve lost visible proof of having any bones in my legs, from the knees down, everything is one swollen mass.
I have gotten an appointment for acupuncture to help with this, I also am supposed to put up my legs and walk around.
I’ve also got an appointment for a position scan, as the midwife wasn’t so sure anymore whether Beanie is properly upside down. I will tease him later in life about not being able to tell his head from his arse, which is the problem midwife Constance ran into today.
My hormonal crying fits and extreme guilt feelings towards my work team and my baby have lead not only my yoga teacher and group, but also my midwife to tell me officially to take it easy.
I’ve proposed working half days for the next two weeks, my last working weeks before I can go on my pregnancy leave. After discussing this with my manager I am quite happy that she doesn’t have a prob with that.
Travelling to Germany for my granny’s funeral is still a possibility, Constance is OK with it if I feel I’m up for it.
My iron level was tested last week and is really good, so is my blood pressure.
Low sugar and low fat foods are mandatory now, not because of me but baby is growing strong and might get too big too quickly.
I also need to keep a diary about baby’s movements, as I can’t tell for sure how often he stirs anymore. I paid him so little attention that he’s probably figured that if Mommy ain’t listening, why move? So he’s really quiet when I am at work, and that’s so sad and I am so disappointed with myself.
On a happier note, my belly button is still being stretched, but luckily hasn’t popped out, yet, as I find outtie belly buttons rather yukkie. I’m like P Diddy, who gets freaked out about women’s second toe being longer than their big toe. I have an aversion to outtie BBs. I prefer innies and have always loved mine.
While writing all of this, Beanie has kicked me twice, so I am already cheering up and seeing things less panicky, but I am also glad that I’ve taken some more responsibility for Beanie and me, as I should.