Today has been the only time I have been to see the midwife without Yorkie. It felt quite sad actually, listening to the heart beat without him there to share in it. I also saw a different midwife today, one we've seen once some months back. She took one look at me and asked me to confirm that I was about 34 weeks along. Only I'm not, I'm 31 weeks. But I took this as her just guessing and making conversation before sitting down with me and my notes. I handed over my pee sample - which she said was absolutely clear. "Nothing in that at all" were her words (first time that's ever happened with my kidney history *pride*) and I felt a rush of relief that we could therefore rule out gestational diabetes. Apparently not though. Pouring over my notes now, and seeing that nothing had come up as a problem with the blood I gave last week, she kept asking my due date and checking of the dating wheel, and on the growth chart in my notes. I was asked to get on th
Me, The Hubby and our Four Monsters! Sleepless nights, dirty nappies, tantrums, and tears. But also adventures, fun, laughter, and a whole lot of love! Not every day is easy, but every moment is precious. Welcome to My Life as Mumma Walker!