So to date we have attended everything baby-related together that we can. Ultrasound scans, Mothercare visits, Mothercare visits, midwife appointments, Mothercare visits, heck I am even going to a National Childbirth Trust second hand baby stuff sale tomorrow.
But yesterday I couldn’t make a midwife appointment. I had an important client meeting in Bristol and although it was pencilled in for the morning which meant bar ridiculous Crufts traffic on the M42, I would be home in time for the 3.30 midwife appointment, when the client moved the meeting back until after lunch I knew that I was sunk.
And so I missed the appointment.
An Jenny now tells me that her appointment was fun yesterday, laughing and joking with the midwife who was much more reassuring to Jen than in previous appointments, probably because she was more relaxed without me there, putting her at ease.
Now she doesn’t want me to go to any more midwife appointments!
So I feel a little put out - after all it was Jen who insisted I go in the first place. But hey in the long run it’s not me who has to haul baby around for the last few months, so perhaps I shouldn’t be so concerned. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep, I don’t know. Baby is moving around like crazy, all of the time, which apparently is what I did. The upshot is that we are both feeling rather knackered from her having to get up early every morning, and taking a long time to get to sleep. I suppose that we are going to get little or no sleep when baby is born so perhaps this is all good training for May and June with no sleep at all…
