Anotha' day, anotha' inch or two around my girth. Yet, despite my fears as I passed over the sample to the midwife on Friday, there was no detectable glucose to implicate gestational diabetes as the cause of Baby Flaim's apparently gargantuan proportions. In fact, she may not be all that big in the end - it's just that her Mum feels like a complete blimp. Judging by her kicks and wriggles, she appears to be aware that her accommodation is getting cosier by the day - fingers crossed that will encourage her to get a move on before her EDD!
Meanwhile, in preparation for the B-day, Chris and I recently took a lesson in Massage for Labour (trans: Daddy got a lesson in Massage for Labour and Mummy got to be massaged for an hour). Guess who booked and organised that one! Also tried out a Hypnobirthing CD this afternoon, which had me snoozing after a mere 5 minutes. Whether all this helps on the actual day remains to be seen...
Meanwhile, in preparation for the B-day, Chris and I recently took a lesson in Massage for Labour (trans: Daddy got a lesson in Massage for Labour and Mummy got to be massaged for an hour). Guess who booked and organised that one! Also tried out a Hypnobirthing CD this afternoon, which had me snoozing after a mere 5 minutes. Whether all this helps on the actual day remains to be seen...
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