Bloody hell, what a manic couple of hours! I need a very strong drink Fanta!
Everything concerning the baby was spot on at the MW appointment. Fundal Height is within the lines and I have one with a transverse lie now so at least she is heading in the right direction, but it was a complete palava getting the Fit to Fly certificate signed. Apparently MW's aren't allowed to sign them, it has to be your GP, so MW trotted off to ask my GP to sign it only to return saying because it isn't NHS stuff I have to pay (which I expected) and it's £118 for the consultation and £31 for the certificate, which I really didn't expect the fucking robbing bastards. Anyway, my MW managed to convince him I didn't need a consultation because everything is spot on so I just ended up having to pay the £31 for his signature, which is still absolutely outrageous. And then he wouldn't sign it with my maiden name on it (which is what's on my passport) so I've now got one with several names written all over it, which will no doubt raise questions. FFS, why can't anything ever be simple?
And then I got home to find the dog had chewed a big hole in the fence, escaped through it and was nowhere to be seen. I had a small heart attack followed by 45 minutes of running around like a total loon shouting him at the top of my lungs, giving my mobile number to total strangers on the street before I went home to see if he'd come back and a lovely man came walking down my street with him attached to a piece of washing line.
Brave you can't be forced into an induction, or anything for that matter. All a MW can do is make recommendations and offer you one. It's entirely your choice whether you accept or not. Inductions are offered at 42 weeks because there is evidence that placental function starts to deteriorate after that. The MW who took my ante-natal classes says she has a friend who declined and her baby was born naturally at 43+5.
I know quite a few people who have easy birth stories, it's just the horror stories are much more memorable 