Venting

Yesterday we went to Lumsden again. At this point the midwife visits are weekly, which is a bit tiring since it is a long drive, but I guess there are only two weeks left until my due date now so I won't be complaining for long! However, this is the second time I have driven the hour and a bit to get down there and then been kept waiting over an hour before they can see me. This time, there was actually no one there - apparently they had tried calling me all morning to change the appointment, interesting that they didn't try my mobile - but a nurse at the clinic next door got hold of someone for me, and eventually they came.

This made me wonder if we were making the right choice deciding to have the baby there. Are we going to show up in the depths of labour and find the doors locked because they couldn't find my mobile number to let me know they weren't going to be able to be there? It seemed a little unprofessional. It turned out well in the end though. First the nurse plied me with milo and chocolate coconut squares, then the midwife who came to meet me was extremely apologetic and, more importantly, seemed to be right on my wavelength as far as how I would like this birth to go.

Even so, the experience made me realise that a home birth is not so much of a drastic idea for a first baby as I had previously thought. It's a bit late for us to organise one now - I want a pool and I think finding one to rent and a space in our house to set it up would be a drama, not to mention the visiting family who will be here in a couple of weeks - but I can definitely see it on the cards for next time. Not having to leave home and upset what I am sure is going to be a fine balance of emotions during the labour would be great. I'm pretty sure no matter how chilled I manage to stay before we drive to Lumsden, the car ride is going to throw me off a bit. The first half hour includes a road that is officially called the Devil's Staircase. Yeah.

The Devil's Staircase...perhaps not the best road for a labouring woman to travel

Anyway, as I get closer to the impending arrival I am aware that these posts are probably becoming not just more sparse, but perhaps also less poignant, so I will sign off... Hopefully next post I can put up some shots that were taken by a photographer in the back yard this week. She was offering a free photo shoot for mums to be, in order to build up her portfolio. I am pretty certain they are going to be very cheesy, but being that I am a lady of leisure at the moment and like free stuff, it was an opportunity I could not pass up.