Never worth getting your knickers in a twist before the eggs are in the basket..

Or something like that!

I had a midwife appointment today, an early one as it was largely for a Glucose Tolerance Test and they kindly try to make those early in the day as you have to fast from the night before.

I dropped J and the two older boys at the school gate so he could walk them in - the school is on a tricky bit of single carriageway, one way street and usually he drops me with Sam and 'Siah and I take them in and make it out in time to meet him once he's gone round the block, we then drop him at work and Ben and I go to the park, or swimming, or shopping, or whatever.
Today though Ben and I dropped them off at school early meaning he would have to walk the last bit to the office. The boys were quite excited about showing daddy the ropes.

We drove to my friend's house - she's a childminder and had offered to have Ben for the morning - and dropped him off - while getting his coat out of the boot I let the punctured wheel fall out and had to lug it back in, too heavy but genuinely no choice in this case.

I'd forgotten my notes so had to call at home on the way to the hospital - gave me chance to wash my hands, and time the route from house to labour ward in rush hour! 8 minutes - so I was 15 minutes late at the hospital.
I had the blood tests, three (iron, antibodies and glucose)  drank the sickly stuff and then the midwife did the dip test, palpated my tummy and listened to the heartbeats. Twin one was helpful and obliging, twin 2 was not, the midwife kept finding the heartbeat, listening for about 2 seconds and then the baby would kick the sonicaid and move out of the way! So it took a while.

And she thinks that, at the moment at least, they are both breech, still plenty of time for them to move I guess!

She asked what I has hoping for the birth, I was very calm - all that weeping and wailing of the last few days obviously got it out of my system! - and said that I was trying to keep an open mind because I knew so much depended on positioning, but that I was hoping to avoid a section and that I really didn't want a highly medicalised birth either, that in an ideal world I would labour in water getting out to be monitored at intervals.
And she didn't say no.
Now she didn't say anything particularly positive either, but something about waiting to see and keeping an open mind. But I feel quite positive about it.

I then sat and read a book for 2 hours until they did the next test. It was really pretty peaceful and I'll admit I enjoyed the rest!

They made me tea and toast before I left and I collected Ben, came home and we had lunch and then a lazy afternoon.

The midwife rang around 4pm, my GTT was fine - I was pretty sure it would be - but I am "properly anaemic" and need to raise my iron and get the consultant to check it again in 2 weeks.

Sigh, another battle, anaemia is another risk factor in waterbirth etc and will be one more nail in my coffin when I'm arguing the case for a natural birth.

So, bring on the steak, and the green leafy veg, and the spatone and the iron. At least this is a battle I KNOW I can win. I've done it before, I'll do it  again!