I met with my midwife today. I told her about how I freaked out at work because I got all crampy and my back started to hurt and I thought I might be going into pre-term labor. She said I was probably dehydrated. BUT I DRANK WATER WITH ELECTROLYTES ALL DAY! (I tried not to yell.) I probably just said it with an exasperated tone. She said when it is this hot, it is almost impossible to keep hydrated. Oye.
She wrote me a note stating that my last day of work should be June 12. I’m pretty sure I heard angels singing.
She took my strep-b test, which involved my feet up in stirrups. While I was up there, she asked if I wanted a cervical exam. Why the heck not? I’m up on the saddle! So she poked around and said that his head was really far down. And my cervix is very soft, but not dilated. Which is good. She said that she probably couldn’t tell that he was head down because his head is so far down that she couldn’t feel it! I also asked her to estimate his size. She made no guarantees, but she said he’s probably in the fives, which means if I go for another month, he’ll probably be in the sevens, which is normal. I was 8lbs, 13 oz at birth. I’m rooting for a more humane size. Ok.
While I was putting my skirt back on she said, “I have a feeling this birth is going to go well for you. I’m not predicting an early birth, I just think things will go well.” “What makes you think that?” I asked. “I just have a feeling. Everything looks good.”
Hmmm. Have I mentioned that I love my midwife? She at least knows how to make me feel calm.