Remember when I said, weeks ago, that my midwife measured this baby on the 10th percentile for size?
And remember when she said that if he didn’t grow, I might need to go in for a growth scan to monitor how things were progressing?
Yeah. Remember that?
Somehow I don’t think I’m going to need that growth scan….
…..unless they do it because they are afraid your stomach is going to EXPLODE because of the amount of baby you’re carrying.
Can you make sense of that projection? Can you?! Because my eyes can, but my head can’t. This kid is LITERALLY off the chart.
Can someone please remind me of how I said I don’t put much stock in these fundal height measurements? Because right now my mind is going to interesting places – bad places – places that fear the headline, “Woman in Britain gives birth to 20lb baby” with a picture of me craddling my toddler-sized newborn.
Today I tweeted a lady who had a bowl of sick in her lap on her drive home because she is 9 weeks into pregnancy and struggling with morning sickness. That is pregnancy (or one part of it, anyway). I am SO glad to be on the other side of all of the nausea and am feeling really good, despite some occasional hip pain.
I saw my lovely midwife when I hit 17 weeks and we started talking about birthing options for this little one. When I was pregnant with The Duchess, The Native and I were pretty relaxed about our birthing plan, opting to use the birthing centre and pool if it was free (there is only room to facilitate one birth at a time there), knowing that we’d likely end up on Labour Ward instead. We were possibly a bit TOO relaxed about it all because I nearly popped that kid out in our upstairs bathroom – only making it to the hospital in time for the grand finale. We are talking a Richard Curtis style labor. Yeah Rich, call me if you want some ideas for your next film.
While speaking to the midwife this week, we got onto the topic of home births. I was only curious about how many women opt for them. Genuinely. It’s not something that I know is commonly done in the States, but we have known a few people here who have gone that route, including our very best friends with their 2nd child.
It was then that my midwife is all, “You would be PERFECT for a home birth.” And that is when, friends, I got this image of my husband’s face that will be forever seared into my memory bank. That look he had when I woke him up in the middle of the night shouting, “THE BABY IS PUSHING!” That is the look I knew I’d likely get if I went home and said, “Hey honey, Let’s do this thing in the family room.” Because when we nearly unintentionally had The Duchess at home, it was pretty freaking terrifying.
Who knows? We have time to think about it. I know planning to stay at home is different than not having the choice.
Anyone reading who can offer guidance/thoughts on home birthing? Would you or wouldn’t you?