The good news about the emergency growth scan I mentioned last week is that everything is absolutely fine. It turns out the baby is head down and really, really low in my pelvis. This explains why I was a) measuring so small and b) am finding it ever-so-slightly more uncomfortable to walk recently.
The baby’s head is actually so low that they couldn’t even measure it, although the rest of what they saw was spot on for dates. But apparently this doesn’t mean there will be any surprise early arrivals. This is reassuring, as I think I may have mentioned the denial (although my parents were up this week to help me get everything ready. Aren’t mums brilliant?)
It was all sorted scan-wise after a whole week – a week! – of chasing the doctors. hospital, midwifes, the ultrasound department and the midwives again and again, with everyone pinging me back to someone else, phones that never got answered, and voicemail after voicemail. The head midwife eventually picked it up and sorted it out ASAP, telling me that “heads will roll!” She also arranged for me to go in for monitoring to be on the safe side, so I had half an hour of lying on the bed listening to the heartbeat, thinking about how lovely it will be to meet the baby. In time though; we’re all in no rush.
This was a moment of calm in the stormy sea of a pretty frustrating week all round. I also had hours of phone chasing and battling certain Swedish furniture companies (mentioning no names, IKEA). Our sofa saga is relentlessly boring, even to me, but they eventually arrived late, in several parts, over several days. And in the end only because I cried “But I’m nine months pregnant, I can’t sit on the FLOOR!” Hope everyone’s had a better week x.