Two days til our due date. Midwife thinks I’m in it for the long haul but I’m determined to not be pregnant for another two weeks. And where there’s a will there’s a way.
We’ve eaten spicy food every night this week. Though, due to the heartburn, I haven’t eaten anything remotely spicy in over 6 months. So last weekend, diving in as my usual spice-loving self wasn’t so wise – I thought my tongue was bleeding as I sat hugging the carton of milk.
Bouncing on my birth ball for about two hours a day. We’ve been for nearly a two hour walk round our local park today. Estimated about 3 miles.
Apparently pineapple helps too. But you have to eat at least 6 fresh pineapples. Which is rather a lot. And I don’t like pineapple.
Also on the list is half a teaspoon of caster oil if you’re overdue, blowing up balloons (?!), nipple stimulation (ooh err!) & good old fashioned sex. (Midwife says girl on top is best; your man acts like a membrane sweep…)
They also say to wear your best knickers. Because Sod’s law means your waters will break.
My hands & feet are swollen & blotchy today, which is highly attractive. Hopefully this is a good sign that I’ve started retaining more water & birth is imminent…
Watch this space…