Not that way, you wee twit
So where were we? Oh yes, the pregnancy. Well, there’s good news and there’s bad news.
The bad news is that the baby is in a breech position and is unlikely to turn because the bottom is wedged in where the head is supposed to be by now. It looks almost certain that bub will therefore be born by elective caesarean procedure sometime in the next couple of weeks. This isn’t what any parent would choose, especially after so much has been invested in learning about labour, psyching up for the big event and all that, but it’s not such a terrible outcome either.
The good news is that the problem has been picked up now rather than after labour has started. Emergency caesarean sounds like it’s 10 times more traumatic, especially having to bend over and stay still for the spinal anaesthesia in mid-contraction. Eeuw. Plus, we get to meet our baby a week or two earlier than expected, which is very cool. Michelle is off work from today.
We don’t yet know the date we’ll be booked in for the op, but we’ll let everybody know as soon as we do – I reckon we’re likely to be Friday June 10th, so that the hospital get it sorted before the long weekend (How come Godzone gets the Queen’s birthday as a long weekend but the motherland doesn’t?). It’s weird aiming towards a specific time rather than just waiting for nature to do her thing, but at least I get a couple of extra day’s leave this way.
We’ve also been greatly buoyed by the arrival of Alexander Robert to our friends Adele and David. Unfortunately they had a rather more exhausting labour than planned, but on the plus side the baby is well, Adele is well and David got to watch the cup final.
As for social life and all that; dinner party at a colleague of M’s last Friday, which picked up for me at least when one guy revealed his interest in cool movies. Everyone else kind of glazed over while Lee and I got increasingly animated over Saul Bass posters and Jimmy Stewart. Also…friends over on Saturday night to fix my computer, and lots of lie-ins; our last opportunity for, say, 25 years.
PS The new Teenage Fanclub album is friggin’ marvellous.