No such luck!
Woke up this morning and had a COMPLETE temper tantrum about not being in labour (5 days over is Amelie day) and immediately decided it wasn’t moving, i’m making a terrible mistake, i should just be sensible and go and have a section etc etc etc.
At which point Max, in a moment of impressive insight, decided the dribbling wreck in the place of his wife needed some serious reassurance, and took me to the Maternity Unit.
I have been scanned, monitored, examined, tested, felt (kept waiting) and as many other things as they could think of and the net result is…
The baby is in phenomenally good health and so am i, it’s slightly bigger than average, its cord is nicely curled up on its tummy, it’s 3/5ths engaged and completely immovable, is in a bareish minimum of fluid but okay, i’m not remotely dilated and according to a bizarre swab thing i have never heard of i have a 2-3% chance of going into labour inside the NEXT WEEK!!!!! So basically i am probably going to manage to have a baby in a completely different month to its due date!
Seeing the cord flashing away clearly on its tummy and nowhere near its head was a massive relief and the completely ridiculous overdueness that seems likely has just got to the point of being faintly funny. But for my own peace of mind i am going back for more monitoring on friday and seeing my own consultant on monday. Today’s one couldn’t come up with a single reason for me having anything done to me but thought, and i agree, that a semi close eye would help us all come to some sort of conclusion slowly rather than anything snap-decision-ish.
So you can all stand down, nothing short of fireworks is getting this baby out apparently!