The blog post title is self explanatory, no?!
Saw my lovely consultant on Thursday as planned, everything is fine. He recommended I have a membrane sweep with my midwife on Monday (something I was planning to pursue anyway) and said he'd book me in to have my waters broken next Friday 18th, when I'll be two weeks over. This however, as it's an intervention, would mean a hospital birth, and also no guarantee of a water birth.
I was fine about this in the appointment - he was sensible, not pressurising at all, and is not even talking about pessaries and drips etc. thank goodness, but later that evening and the next day... Well my brain went into complete meltdown about it, to be honest - thankfully I have a lot of long suffering, patient friends online, on twitter, and all round me, who nursed me through!
So Friday was mostly taken up with weeping and sleeping, some interesting songs turning up on the radio - Stand and Deliver (Adam Ant) and Baby Tonight (BobDylan) - some promising and stronger twinges in the afternoon and then an evening of feeling utterly nauseas, culminating in finally throwing up around 1am and eventually getting some sleep.
Today has been more cheerful - cold and grey and rainy, but we all got out to the baptism of my sister's new baby - Papacrow and I were godparents, which was lovely, all the children were attentive and pretty well behaved, and tea and cake in the hall afterwards was nice too.
It wiped me out though - we got home, I made myself eat some lunch so I wouldn't feel sick, and promptly started feeling sick, then staggered off to bed!
I did get a decent nap, waking up to mild twinges and a bit of cramp. Nothing else going on this evening though, so am going to chill out and rest while I can I suppose, and try and keep my brain chugging along on SENSIBLE tracks!
If nothing else, this whole experience is giving me plenty of opportunity to relax and trust. Or something...