Prepare for rant
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I am so fucking cross with my midwife.
Don't get me wrong, she's perfectly lovely and chatty and all that, but after the disastrous weigh-in which has me at half a stone heavier than I am according to my wii fit, she says my BMI is 40, so I have to be referred to a consultant for monitoring.
And as for wanting to have peanut in the midwife-led unit? Fat chance. They won't let me. I'M TOO FUCKING FAT!!!
So.
No birthing pool, or aromatherapy, or any of the natural stress-free childbirth I was hoping for, where I could do what I wanted. I'm distraught to say the least.
I don't want to be poked and prodded. I want as little interference as possible. I don't want to be cut 'because it's standard practice'. I just want to be left alone to get on with it... and ironically, if they dick me about, that's what's going to get me stressed and upset and cause a difficult birth.
Fume.
Guess I'm just going to have to get over myself. Either that or lose some weight so I can give them 2 fingers when I finally go and then maybe I can get what I want... [schemes]