The last time I saw a midwife (excluding the sonographer variety at the hospital for the scans) I was only about 7 weeks pregnant. It was a bit of a polava, because the community midwife at our surgery was off sick on the day I had booked to go, so I ended up having to see another midwife at a drop-in clinic in a local children’s centre about a week later. She was very nice, though got confused with dating the pregnancy as she didn’t seem to listen to my explanations about how I know my own body better than she did – cycles and all that. But the 13-week scan sorted out that minor blip. So this drop-in visit meant I didn’t get to meet my community midwife until 9 weeks later, at my 16-week routine appointment this week.
According to the pregnancy guide from the NHS that we were given at the start of Andrew’s pregnancy, at this appointment the midwife should: review, discuss and record the results of any screening tests I had; measure my blood pressure and test my urine for protein; give me info on the 20-week anomaly scan; let me listen to the baby’s heartbeat using an ultrasound detector. Well, she ticked all the boxes, and we did all that stuff. It was particularly lovely to hear baby’s heartbeat so clearly. When the probe was first put on my tummy all you could hear was whooshing noises, but pretty quickly she moved it to the right position to pick up a very fast little heartbeat – fast is good for such a little heart by the way! Then this was interrupted quite a few times by a crackling sound, which the midwife informed me was baby moving around. Great, I thought, we’ve got another wriggler on our hands! Andrew was exactly the same – never stayed still for scans or heartbeat monitoring, or just in general every day living in fact. This is a good thing; it’s reassuring to know he/she is healthy. It just makes me tired even thinking about what it’s going to be like with two active toddlers – fun but tiring 🙂
Anyway, it turns out I had already met my midwife before, as she was the same community midwife whom I saw when pregnant with Andrew. I thought this might be the case, but I also thought that they might swap around within their team between surgeries or change to being based at the hospital or something. But as I’d had very good antenatal care with this midwife, I was happy to see her friendly face again. (I wasn’t too impressed with her breastfeeding advice post-natally, but now I know where to go for useful advice and help, this doesn’t concern me too much.) We also talked about where I’m thinking of giving birth. I should probably write a whole post on that at some point, so I won’t go into detail here. She was good at her job in that she reminded me of the option of home birth, given how uncomplicated and fast labour was with Andrew, but respected my explanation of why it probably wasn’t for me and didn’t try to persuade me otherwise.
As the appointment drew to a close, she told me that my next routine appointment wasn’t until 28 weeks. This seems like ages away, but apparently I get fewer routine appointments as I did last time because this is my second pregnancy, and it seems like they think you’re a pro at it by now! Of course I can always ring up if I have any problems, but I imagine that time will fly by and it’ll be July before we know it.
Apart from this midwife visit, the other event of note in my pregnancy diary this week has been the extraction of maternity clothes from storage and entry into wardrobe! My bump isn’t really that noticeable yet – maybe it is to those who know me, but to the average person on the street I probably just look like I’ve eaten a few too many chocolate bars 😉 I’ve just begun to notice that my clothes (bottoms really) are getting a little tighter, and as I’m still feeling sick (not bad going to get this far in the post without mentioning the ‘s’ word I think), it’s nice to have something a little looser and stretchier around my tummy/hips region. Plus we had Granny help on Tuesday this week, so I took advantage of 10 minutes of that time to do the removal from storage and exchange with some of the clothes from my non-maternity wardrobe.
Although this pregnancy is at a slightly earlier point in the year relative to the last one, I reckon I’ll be fine with the clothes I had before. I didn’t get that many, and managed to wear some looser fitting non-maternity clothes, mainly jumpers, cardigans and empire-line tops. I probably won’t need my coat as much this time (well, who knows with the current state of the weather, but if we actually get some semblance of summer, I shouldn’t need it for as long this time). Last time I deliberately went for layers, so I could, for example, wear a t-shirt or vest under another top or a short-sleeved dress in colder weather. This should work well this time too.
So that’s my round up of the ‘M’-related week of pregnancy that I’ve had. Just to chuck a bit of linguistics in before I leave you, did you know that the word ‘midwife’ comes from Old Engllish mid ‘with’ wife ‘woman’? Unsurprisingly this describes someone (usually another woman, though not always) who is trained to be with and help a woman in the process of labour and birth. I know that next week’s post is also going to talk about a word beginning with ‘M’, which I could have talked about this week, but I’ve already rambled on enough, so I’ll keep you guessing…. any guesses anyone?! 🙂