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I've just been listening to some M.P called Godfrey on the Radio. Telephone debate about the working rights of the pregnant woman. I had to concur with some of what he said, the impact upon small business of women having maternity leave being one of the topics discussed, but then he comes out with, and I quote ' how would it be if a man said, right I'm off now for 9 months on a golfing holiday.' Suddenly, any sympathy I had with this cretins point of view just flew out of my car window and were squashed by the following traffic. How can he possibly make the analogy between a woman being pregnant, going on maternity leave, giving birth, caring for a baby, and then returning to work with anyone going on any type of holiday? I so wish that I could have got to a phone.
Double Birthday
Today is Eldest Daughters birthday, she of the ever increasing girth attempting to accommodate Baby Bean. How weird then that I should be sitting here waiting for her pushchair to be delivered. I just phoned her at work to wish her 
and poor old thing has got this nasty cold bug and was up half the night with backache. As her Mum I feel really sorry for her, as her midwife I am becoming distinctly worried. I know her lump appears huge because she has an extremely curved spine, so it's all pushed forward, but I do worry what this curvature will mean for when she is having Baby Bean. Also, when you feel the bulge, baby itself feels large for 27 weeks and evn with her clothes on you can see him/her moving around very clearly. I'm quite relieved that her placenta is low-lying, so they are going to re-scan, as if BB is huge we can make 'contingency plans'. I have not communicated any of this to Daughter as she is really worried about giving birth anyway. We have the midwife sorted out who is going to care for her when the big-day comes, when I asked her, friend said that since I had delivered her 2 babies she couldn't really say no, but it would be fun and like old times because I would be there. I then mentioned that Jack's Mummy was going to be there as well, she has also worked with her, and her comment was 'It's going to be madness'.
Today is also the 1st anniversary of my joining 20six. I can't find any entries before the 9th, but my details assure me I became a member on the 3rd of February. What a productive year it has been, Nicola, Minks, Daughter, JoJo, Snaggletooth, Jenefer, I'm going to be a Mummy (where has she gone), Glowstars and Waffle and Musings, and they are only the ones that I know about. Student Midwife qualified, Sacco came, ranted at me, and went. Why do I enjoy 20six? It gives me a huge insight into other peoples lives, makes me view things from other perspectives, and also assures me that I am not alone in my trials and tribulations with relatives and employers. At work I find myself associating things my patients say to me with things pregnant, and new Mums, have blogged about and sometimes helps me to adjust my perception of what they are REALLY saying. When I have had my own problems and upsets, fellow Bloggers have been there to boost my spirits and give advice, What a service you provide!
Hurrah, pushchair has just been delivered. I'm a free woman. I can go out.
Influenza
Pregnant daughter has flu. Today we should have been having a family dinner to celebrate her birthday, instead I went round with flowers, a get well card, and my sonic-aid. Raging temperature, sore throat, hacking cough, she's feeling very poorly. Had looked up flu + pregnancy on Google yesterday and decided that a visit was appropriate. When she was 4 she had pneumonia, and according to all the sites I visited this was 9 times more common in pregnant women with flu. Best check I decided. All seemed 'within normal limits'. Listened in to Baby Bean who seemed quite happy, infact her constant coughting seems to have persuaded The Bean that moving away from her chest is a sensible move so lump seems to have become slightly more compact. I'm taking this as a good sign regarding the low-lying placenta as well, 'cos if s/he can get down that low there can't be too much in the way.
Baby Bean last Thursday, still 12 weeks to go! Jack bullying Grandad
Went to quiz night on Friday, we came fourth, didn't manage to beat the managers. Good night though. Winning isn't everything, she says, having beaten Hubby in the Great British Memory Test. Close run thing though, it was the round involving the numbers that nearly saw my downfall, I am useless at remembering numbers. Have no idea what my mobile number is, and I've had the same one for about 5 years now, I have the number on a label stuck to my phone. I've had the same car for 4 years now, every month I have to fill in a mileage form, with my registration number, and every month I have to look at my car before I can fill the details in.
Pregnant and Poorly?
If you are pregnant or breastfeeding, and wondering if a medicine is safe to take, this is a really useful site.
Winding me up
I'm getting really p****d off. Some dumb fax machine keeps calling my land-line and it doesn't disconnect when I hang up. Mind you, I suppose it beats Mad Mother phoning. She is obviously going through one of her manic phases at the moment, so thinks nothing of phoning at 10.30pm to ask if she can swap the hostess trolley for her butler cabinet. I think I said that I would get back to her on that, I had just finished the best part of a bottle of white wine, and just the concept of a butler whatever was beyond my mental capacities, let alone whether or not I wanted to do a swap.
Mother has just sold her husbands bungalow and is in the process of buying one very close to my sister. The mad one also has another home near to her new purchase, she is also trying to sell to this one. There is a problem though, about 10 years ago she put it in my name. Three weeks ago she phoned me, told me her plans and mentioned, in passing, that my tax bill would only be about £7,000. My controlled response was that I had absolutely no intention of paying anything as I had not, and would not be, benefitting in any shape or form, so prior to the sale she had better have everything transferred back to her. I wrote a letter along these lines to her solicitor, and have heard nothing. I'm just holding my breath now and awaiting the next development. Life with Mother is often suddenly disrupted. I'm very lucky that Sister bears the majority of the burden. I'm not quite sure how this worked out, possibly it's because they live closer, more likely because I have a much shorter fuse than my sister.
E-Mail from pregant daughter
Read about the three stages of labour last night and then made M read it too – really not sure how A (her midwife) thinks it is going to be a laugh, still wondering if I can get away with curling up in a drawer in a cat like style. Really went off the whole baby idea last night, is completely insane !
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