Oh god, there is SO much to say at 36 weeks. Apologies in advance, I think this might be a long one so do bear with me (or don’t, feel free to bugger off and spend your time doing something more productive…).
In my head, this week somehow seemed to be the week everything was leading up to – the week of my final scan, the week by the end of which I would be officially ‘full term’, and also the week where I got to see a midwife for my check up, rather than my GP.
So first off, we had the scan yesterday. We saw a different sonographer AGAIN (meaning I think I’ve seen seven in total!) but she was perfectly chirpy and nice, and spent a good five minutes looking through all my paperwork. ‘Goodness me, you do have a lot of blue forms!’ (they give you a print out of your scans on blue paper after each one). So she didn’t really waste any time with preambles and got straight to it.
The upshot of the scan was that Chip is still head down (‘very low’) and still small (no surprises there), but growing on the exact same percentile as before, which is all good. She apparently now weighs 5lb 8oz, which sounds perfectly respectable to me. Although I did read somewhere online that estimated fetal weights are about as accurate as trying to guess the weight of a naked man sitting in a bath in the next room. So, yeah. But still, looking at it positively, she’s put on a fair bit of weight since my last scan at 34 weeks.
All was good with the blood flow and dopplers and amniotic fluid, and the sonographer got quite excited at one point when she was measuring Chip’s tummy.
‘Look at that! Can you see how it’s moving up and down?! That’s her diaphragm practising breathing, and it’s a really good sign. It means her brain is getting so much blood and oxygen that she even has energy in reserves to practise developing those muscles too.’
All this was very reassuring, and cheered me up. The only rubbish bit was that the sonographer was clearly keen to get me done and dusted and outta there, so I didn’t get to see Chip’s face which I was kind of hoping for one last look in utero at (mind you, the head was squashed right down between my legs so maybe a good thing). Scans at 36 weeks are really crap actually, because the baby is so big you can’t see it all in one go, and the bits you can see don’t really look like much.
Anyway, the sonographer seemed all pleased but then she – rather worryingly – popped off her chair and said ‘I’m just going to have a word with the doctor, wait here’ and disappeared for about ten minutes. Of course, we spent those ten minutes comparing notes on what we’d seen on the screen and fearing the worst (Oli and I now both think we’re experts at interpreting the results of all the measurements when, let’s be honest, we have literally no clue what they mean).
But then she came back and said that she just wanted to check with him that they didn’t want to see me for yet another scan, and he’d agreed that THERE WAS NO NEED! HURRAH!
So, I’m all scanned out! The next time I see my baby (fingers crossed) will be when she’s on the other side!
Here are her vital stats at 36 weeks for anyone wanting to compare and contrast…
The sonographer then took me along to book me in for my induction. Because of the issue with the artery gubbins, I am not allowed to go longer than 41 weeks – I think with normal pregnancies they don’t talk about inducing you until after 42 weeks.
My induction date is officially 3 September. I am hoping and praying that Chip puts in an appearance before then, not least because the description of the induction is pretty depressing. Apparently they put a pessary up your wotsit, which ‘ripens’ (YUCK YUCK YUCK) your cervix, and once it’s ripe (YUCK KILL ME NOW) then they break your waters for you, and then they give you shitloads of synthetic oxytocin to start labour off. But the pessary has to stay in for twelve hours, and often doesn’t even work the first time, which means they put another one in, and wait another twelve hours.
Basically the whole thing can take days. She said it can be up to as much as 56 hours before you’re even in labour. And you have to stay in hospital the whole time. And you can’t have a water birth or be in the nice lovely birthing centre. So it sounds like a bloody nightmare, quite frankly.
I did work out that if the worst came to the worst, there’s a chance that Chip could be born on 6 September – which would be exactly seven years to the day since I met Oli. I quite like that idea, even though 6 September seems like an unbearably long time away. We’ve put bets on when we think she’ll be born, and Oli’s gone with 24 August, and I’m sticking to 6 September because somehow weird coincidences like that seem to happen a lot in my life. Time will tell…
Today I had my midwife check up, and was desperate for her to say that Chip’s head was engaged and that she thought she’d be born in the next week or so, as seems to have happened to so many of my friends who had their babies the day before they were meant to go on maternity leave etc. But alas, her head is still ‘free’, which means she’s not in any way ready to be born yet. Boo.
The midwife was super reassuring though, and said my GP was crap to have ‘panicked me’ before. She measured my bump at 34cm, which is completely fine for 36 weeks. She said the heartbeat sounded great, my blood pressure was super low, my urine was fine (HA! this time I had my sample ready – *smug face*). I got some blood test results I’d completely forgotten about and apparently they were perfect, especially my iron levels. She did look a bit sorry for me when I showed her my swollen feet though. I knew I wasn’t being melodramatic about them… *cue violins*.
I told her my boobs were already leaking a bit (sorry TMI) and she almost applauded me and said how great that was, which was nice too. She also said about four times ‘There is nothing wrong with your lovely compact baby!’ which was SO what I wanted to hear. She even taught me how to tell which bits of the baby you are feeling with your hands, which was really interesting. She said the head will always feel rock hard, the back is a long solid curve, and the bottom is, well, bottom-like. She was awesome actually, and I hope she’s on duty when I give birth – she really seemed to be interested in me and the baby. It’s just a shame you don’t see midwives for every appointment, but anyway…
Phew! This is indeed a long one. Luckily, I don’t have many other boring symptoms to share with you this week. Apart from that every night for the past week, I’ve had a different dream about being in labour (guess this is standard for this far along!?). And that I’ve been trying to listen to my hypnobirthing playlist once a day but I keep falling asleep. But if it works like that in labour then I guess it’s no bad thing?!