Here we are at 40 weeks and hopefully this is the last ever bump photo. I’ve hit the magical ‘due date’ mark and yes, there are still a few hours left for me to birth this child before the clock strikes midnight and we both turn into pumpkins, but we all know that just aint going to happen. Not in this fairy tale.
It’s worth reminding myself at this juncture that I’m not alone in watching the 4o week mark sail past me (for the second time). I turn to google, and yes only 4% of babies are born on their due date. Continue reading
Today marks week 39 of this pregnancy and it’s the point where I’m hoping for a bit of action to start taking place.
You see, with Jarvis my pregnancy stretched to 41 weeks and 3 days. I was well aware that a normal full-term pregnancy stretches from 37 to 42 weeks, but once that magic ‘due date’ passes it’s hard not to feel under pressure.
Pressure from well-meaning friends and relatives and most of all pressure from yourself. Luckily the birth centre where I had Jarvis and where I am going to birth this little man didn’t exert any pressure as they believe in things happening naturally, but the pressure starts to build of its own accord as you approach 42 weeks and know that you can no longer birth in the birth centre and will be facing an induction in the normal birth suites. Continue reading