Cold and Chilly
‘You’re very compact’ my Ob. Advised.
‘That’s good’, he followed up with. ‘It means you’ve got a good metabolism, you haven’t put on much weight so far, and you’ve got the biggest growth period coming up (34-38 weeks)’.
‘Doctor – all-day, every-day people talk to me about my size – they all keep saying ‘you’re all baby’.
‘Yes, they’re right, are you worried about anything’.
‘Hmmmm ... well - if I’m very compact – do I have enough amniotic fluid?’
‘Yes, but I may do a scan at 36 weeks, just to check everything is good, but actually I couldn’t be happier with you’.
He also advised we were no longer in ‘breech’ position. Eek, that word! Two weeks ago when he told Mr. S if he put his hand just above the belly button he could feel the head it seemed cute. I wasn’t thinking ‘Breech’ = scene from a cottage in a medieval village with a large ruddy faced midwife calling for towels and not looking anyone in the eye!
Meanwhile my cold took a firm hold (sorry), after more time off work, staying home, staying warm, drinking lots of fluids for 4 straight days and feeling no better, I went back to the doctor.
‘Well you’re doing all the right things, but I think now it’s time to take some anti-biotics and start knocking these infections over’.
Seriously, if the solution had been pigs blood I would’ve had the same response.
Three weekends housebound, numerous time off work, I’ve got to start feeling better.
It’s no surprise - conditions for the ‘perfect storm’ as they say – sad emotional times mixed with the coldest winter in 50 years (apparently) collide perfectly.
It’s always the same with me – my emotional state being linked so closely with my health.
‘Of course it’s no surprise’ echoed my kinesiologist. ‘This is bacterial, not viral’, ‘yeah good’ I thought. She did some work on my current emotional blockages – sadness and anger, as well as trying to clear thru all the bacteria. ‘Two or three days’ was her verdict.
Great, look forward to it.