I have never posted on Mumsnet before, so apologies for any mistakes, and also for the fact that this is quite a rant!
I am pregnant for the fourth time after a miscarriage earlier in the year and am so not enjoying it, even though I know how lucky I am to actually be pregnant. I guess I just want to get it all this off my chest.
It has just been one thing after another. First of all, I've had awful morning sickness and am still occasionally being sick at 30 weeks. This has really ground me down, if I'm honest.
The next thing that happened was that I tested positive for Group B Strep in my pee, which means I have to deliver in the Consultant Led unit instead of my local MW led unit. This is so that I can have IV antibiotics, ideally 4 hours before delivery. I know a lady whose baby died due to a Strep B infection, so although Strep B is not usually serious, I'm keen to have the IV. The only problem is, my last labour was 2.5 hours from start to finish and my DC was almost born en route to the local unit. I live an hour away from the big hospital I'm meant to deliver at this time, so there is a real risk of a roadside birth, even if we don't have the panicked wait for childcare that we did last time. So far the advice is "Just pop your children in the car and bring them with you at the first twinge." Really don't feel that my 3 and 5 y.o.s need to see their mum in the transition stage of labour in the front of a bloody peugeot 406.
Last but not least, at 30 weeks I am now measuring big for dates. Had the extra scan yesterday and baby is indeed on the large side (beer belly!) but I also have some extra amniotic fluid, which means that I've had blood tests for all sorts of horrible viruses. My main fear is toxoplasmosis – we live a very outdoor lifestyle, mucking about in the garden etc, and I haven't been as careful as I ought to about rare meat or wearing gloves in the garden, so I will have no one to blame but myself if I've become infected during pregnancy.
Anyway, really sorry about the essay/emo venting. I am just longing for the day when I am holding a (hopefully healthy) baby in my arms.