Again, another uneventful visit to the Midwives and Doctor.  I’ve got to go back in two weeks’ time, and that will be at 36 weeks.  Not too long to go now, thank goodness!  Remembered to ask what my blood type was this visit – I’m O positive if you’re interested (I’m not really, but figured I probably should know this little piece of information!).  BP was 100/60 this week – again Marc can’t get over how good it is and again, I have no idea and as long as the Doctor doesn’t say anything about it, I’m not worried.  I did think that I might have walked out today with a stash of pressure stockings though.  I’ve got one pesky vein that pops out a bit on my calf at the end of the day and had forgotten to ask about it the last two times I’ve been in for a visit.  But the Doctor wasn’t concerned, and as long as it isn’t painful I’m all good.  If it starts to hurt, I’ve got to go in ASAP…  Don’t really know what would happen then, I’m assuming it would be a clot of sorts and they’d have to do something about it.  But since there isn’t anything to worry about unless that happens, I’m all good :o)

I know I’m sounding very blasé about this baby/pregnancy…  With Owen (as it is with anyone’s first baby) it was all new to me, so I found out as much as I could about the things Marc and I needed to know and was more interested in the whole process.  This time I’m not really reading any pregnancy books or researching on the internet or going to antenatal classes.  Not because I’m not excited or interested, but because I pretty much know what to expect this time round, and trust the lovely midwives and doctors that I’ve met this time round.  For example, when someone asks me how many weeks I am, I have to stop what ever it is I’m doing and calculate the answer!  Sad, but true I know :o)

All the small details aren’t really important to me, as long as everything is going well I don’t feel I’ve got any need to concentrate too much on the bump.  And that’s the main reason for these hospital visit posts.  So I can remember what went on, and so if Squirt wants to know anything in years to come, he/she can always come back to these posts and read about it.

What I’m the most excited about (other than meeting Squirt, that is) is seeing how Owen reacts to the baby and making our little family of three into four.