My mom is here! Hooray!
My due date is here! Hooray!
My baby is…still here in my belly. Boo!

I know, he’ll come out when he’s ready and it was silly to think that he’d be on time. After all, my money’s on Halloween for the actual arrival date.
Still, the visit with my midwife today was less than encouraging. The head is 1/5 engaged, same as before, meaning the li’l smAsher is now wearing my pelvis like a jaunty beret. I’ve had no real signs of impending labour and my midwife expects that I’ll be a week or two late. So I wait.
My feet and ankles this week have finally decided to start swelling up. My left hand has swollen enough that I’ve had to remove my wedding ring and am wearing it on a chain around my neck (like Frodo). At least my days of sitting around are a bit less lonely with my mother around. I’ve got someone to talk to and watch TV with.
I am taking some minor measures to bring on labour on my own:
Walking (every day!)
Drinking raspberry leaf tea
Wishing
Hoping
Thinking happy thoughts

My midwife has suggested acupuncture, but seeing as I am skeptical, I think I might wait and see how things go after a week.
Mike’s had some very good news this week, but we won’t know anything for sure until later. I’m excited about it, but until we know anything for sure, I’ll wait to announce anything.
I’m really ready to have this baby. So, if anyone sees the stork, please let him know I’m waiting for him. I’ll leave the porch light on.

I had my last check-up at the Birth Centre today. My midwife, Shilpa, said that Asher is in a “perfect” position and that his head is either 1/5-2/5 engaged, or in the 1/5-2/5 position. Which means either only a little bit engaged or almost completely engaged in the pelvis. Whichever it was, she seemed pleased with his progress. His heartbeat is still strong and everything is going “beautifully.”
Yesterday, Mike’s colleagues threw us a little afternoon tea celebration complete with cake and presents. It was lovely. On my way to it, however, I took a bit of a spill on some slippery pavement. I’ve got to be more careful in general, but it also made me aware of the sad reality that my Crocs are no longer safe footwear. Comfortable, yes, but the treads have worn down to nothing. I was walking around in the rain with the equivalent of bald tires.

I have made a couple of lists for the next few weeks before Asher joins us on the outside. I will continue to edit these lists as appropriate.

Things to Buy (from Choice Guide to Baby Products):

  • Cot
  • Stroller
  • Car Seat
  • Nappies (diapers)
  • Nappy bucket (diaper pail)
  • 6-8 Undershirts/bodysuits
  • 6-8 Jumpsuits
  • 2 Long sleeve tops or jackets
  • Sun hat
  • Warm hat
  • 2 pair small socks
  • Bibs
  • Bottles, teats, steriliser, breast pump
  • Bedding (Sheets, blankets, mattress protectors)
  • 3 or more wraps
  • Soft towel and face washer
  • Other toiletries
  • Thermometer
  • First aid kit
  • Baby Carrier
  • Change Table
  • Rocker
  • Nursing pads
  • Baby Bag
  • Moses Basket

Things To Do While I’m On Maternity Leave:

  • Finish writing my play
  • Baby clothes dyeing project
  • Felt baby blocks sewing project
  • Knit booties (yeah, right)
  • Cook meals to freeze for the weeks to come.
  • Record a podcast episode
  • T-shirt deconstruction projects
  • Jeans deconstruction projects
  • Go to Floriade (It ended and I missed it because of bad weather )
  • Catch up on Smallville and Battlestar Galactica Lost
  • Work on design for role-playing game/storytelling system
  • Pack overnight bag for hospital stay
  • Make more lists!

Last weekend was my baby shower.

I decided early in the pregnancy that I didn’t like the idea of a shower as a pre-Birthday party for the baby, but rather liked some aspects of these “Mother Blessing” parties I’d read about online. So I planned to have a party that was sort of half and half.

Later on, I started to feel that having a “Mother Blessing” seemed a little selfish. I mean, it’s not all about me, after all. And since I hadn’t told anybody what to buy, like as in a baby registry or anything, it ended up being neither one nor the other. Basically, I made some food, people brought cupcakes and a few gifts, people sat around talking about whatever and a good time was had by all.  We had a couple of little ceremonial activities, such as decorating “not exactly prayer flags” and lighting “thinking of you” candles for people to take home and light while I’m in labour, or something.

Food!

Food!

Flags!

Flags!

People!

People!

More people!

More people!

My good friend Shy organised the whole thing and made gorgeous invitations, even though I kept adding guests that I’d forgotten to invite. There were quite a few people I forgot to invite that I wish I had, so Mike and I are going to try to have them over for a BBQ some time before the baby’s due. A special second shower!

A big Thank You to all who attended and to those who gave us such awesome gifts!

For all of you who weren’t there, or were there and want to give more, or are in the US and love us, I have set up a “Virtual Baby Shower” on Amazon.com! It’s our baby registry, but it’s basically just a list of books and music that we’d like to get for our little one. They even have a priority rating, if you aren’t sure what to get. (If that link doesn’t work just search for Michael or Elizabeth McRae in the Baby Registries on Amazon.com.)

A while back, before I was pregnant, I asked some people which books I ought to check out so I could get informed before the fact. Now that I’m only a few weeks away from my due date, I’d like to reflect upon and review the sources I used during my pregnancy.

The first book I read was Up the Duff by Kaz Cooke.

This colorful tome was recommended by nearly everyone, so when I saw it on sale in Brisbane last Christmas, I grabbed myself a copy and read it cover to cover. At the time, it seemed a bit snarky and negative, with lots of sarcastic comments about what other books had to say. While a very no nonsense guide, it also seemed to be overly glib about a lot of things, which I, having read no other books yet, found to be less than helpful. However, after reading other books, and when I was about halfway through my pregnancy, I revisited Cooke’s book and realised it was perfect. It is lighthearted and reassuring, it doesn’t tell you everything, but it tells you exactly which advice is worth ignoring and what’s going to be actually helpful in the real world.

The only thing that bugged me was that the “Hermione the modern girl’s diary” sections at the beginning of each chapter depicted a woman who relies mainly on herbal medicine. As a person sceptical of CAM, I didn’t like it being normalised this way. However, in other parts of the book, I found Cooke’s approach to be quite reasonable and mostly promoting mainstream medicine.

It’s definitely not the only book a pregnant girl needs, but every pregnant girl (at least in Australia) should read it.

What to Expect When You’re Expecting

I so hated the cover of this book that I put glittery contact paper, the kind kids use for textbooks, all over it. Thankfully, the latest edition has removed the coloured pencil illustration of the catatonic-looking pregnant woman in a rocking chair and replaced her with a picture of a modern pregnant woman standing confidently in jeans. Inside, however, this book was the main source of information I turned to during my pregnancy. It covers everything. The only negative thing I can say is that sometimes, too much information can be a bad thing. At times I jokingly referred to this book as “What to Fear When You’re Expecting” and had to make myself stop looking at it. After my brush with a “threatened miscarriage” it made me more worried than I needed to be. Sometimes, it was also obvious that it was an American book adapted for Australia, as some of the advice didn’t apply or wasn’t helpful when dealing with the Australian healthcare system, or even availability of items at pharmacies or supermarkets. The recommendations for diet were a bit too restrictive and during winter, a bit hard to follow as fresh fruit and veggies weren’t in season. Overall, it’s still one of the best sources out there. A classic.

Dr. Miriam Stoppard’s New Pregnancy and Birth

I checked this book out from the library, so I didn’t spend as much time with it as the others, but I did get some impressions. First, this is a beautiful book. Plenty of photographs and I like that. This publisher always has lots of photos and great layouts. However, it had two problems: it was not very practical and it was very British. Several times in Up The Duff, the author makes fun of the advice in this book for its impracticality: “Install a dimmer switch in the baby’s room” “Install a sink in the nursery.” (In a recession? Is she kidding? We rent!) As for some of the advice, it seems to only apply to residents of the UK and much of the terminology is British. Also, given Great Britain’s love affair with CAM, there is a lot of wishy washy and downright pro-CAM information, which bugged both Mike and myself.

Pregnant, Fit and Healthy (DVD)

I also managed to check out from the library and buy a copy (for $2) of the same DVD without realising it. The cover was incredibly misleading as this is actually a videotape produced in Australia in what appears to be sometime between 1986 and 1994. The videotape was converted to a DVD and they slapped some slick photos on the front and made me think it would be of some use. The sound quality is terrible, the production is amateurish, the instructor’s shiny blue unitard is distracting and the pregnant “model” is a frumpy looking woman with bad hair and a baggy black polo shirt. Now, I’m sorry, but it’s 2009 and I could not take it seriously. I wish they had made a new version of this program and perhaps updated it just a bit. $2 down the drain. Don’t be fooled by a DVD’s cover. If it costs $2, beware!

I did something today that I wish I hadn’t: I stepped on the scale.

My midwife is thankfully kind enough not to weigh me at every visit, and I’ve been avoiding weighing myself because, as anyone can clearly see, I’m not putting on too much weight other than the baby. I’m slim, in fact, except for the baby.

But today, I peeked. I couldn’t help it. My current weight (fully clothed, post breakfast) is 79kg. That’s 174lbs.  When I started, I was 67kg (147lbs). Which means that I have put on 12kg, which doesn’t sound so bad in metric, but that’s 27lbs. I am still going to be putting on more weight over then next 7 weeks.

I got this from babycenter.com after using their handy pregancy weight gain estimator.

You should gain roughly 25-35 lbs. during your pregnancy.
Over the last two trimesters you should gain about 4 lbs. every 4 weeks.

How it breaks down

If you gained the average of range above, this is where the weight would go (totals are rounded):

29.96 lbs.
Maternal:
Uterus 2.39 lbs.
Breasts 1.0 lbs.
Blood 3.09 lbs.
Water 4.15 lbs.
Fat 8.27 lbs.
Subtotal 18.89 lbs.
Fetal:
Fetus 7.5 lbs.
Placenta 1.6 lbs.
Amniotic Fluid 1.97 lbs.
Subtotal 11.07 lbs.
Total

So I suppose it doesn’t matter that much. I’m about right on track, with only a couple kilos left to gain. Though, I’ll probably be over that amount by the end, depending on the size of this baby.  At least I know that I’m right on track, however huge it makes me feel.

One of the reasons I didn’t post about the fourth and last class right away is that…well, there wasn’t much to post about. The midwife was sane and there were no surprises.

The topic was mostly “I’ve got a baby. Now what?” But we also toured the regular delivery suite and I have to say, it wasn’t that bad, though some of the other mums were quite put off by the hospital environment and at least one dad seemed downright phobic. We covered settling techniques, learned to wrap a baby and to fold and put on a cloth diaper/nappy. One funny thing:

“So, how many of you are planning to use cloth nappies?”

I raise my hand.

“Really? Just one of you? Well, I’ll show you all how to fold them anyway. You never know.”

Am I missing something here?

We also covered all of the S.I.D.S. and Kids guidelines for safe sleeping.

It was very informative and I found a lot of the practical advice very helpful in making me feel prepared.

Although that said… she did recommend sending infants who cry a lot to a chiropractor to have them “adjusted.” At which I believe I saw steam escaping from Mike’s ears.

Now, this is a touchy subject. On the one hand, I know there are plenty of people who visit chiropractors who have had no bad experiences. I know that chiropractors generally mean no harm and believe that they are treating illness effectively. I also know that Simon Singh has been in a great deal of hot water due to some misinterpreted statements in an article he wrote about chiropractic. So, at the time I put my hand on Mike’s knee to try to calm him down.

On the other hand, we both have real problems with chiropractic. It’s part of our whole skeptical activist, critical thinking advocates thing. We question alternative medicine in all forms, but chiropractic, well, the evidence is in: it doesn’t work. Any practices that do work are no different from practices used by physical therapists or other health practitioners. In fact, it can cause more harm than good. Even mainstream media seems to agree with us when it comes to the health and safety of our children.

At any rate, I guess I’m used to getting bad advice by now. My approach is to smile and nod and do what I was going to do anyway. Hopefully, these other women in the workshop did the same.

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Oh fine, you got me. I’m really smuggling a basketball.

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS SOME REALLY DISGUSTING INFORMATION

Mike and I went for our third class at the Birth Centre last night, taught by yet another midwife. This time, the atmosphere was informal, the midwife conversational and full of jokes and stories. If not informative, it was at least entertaining and made it easier for the students to relax and loosen up a bit.

The of discussion was 2nd and 3rd stage labour. The midwife let us in on some of the gory details that we otherwise wouldn’t know about. Like the fact that 99.8% (roughly) of women poo while giving birth. (I asked a question that had plagued me: since they encourage water births, what happens in the tub? Answer: bring a strainer. O.k. Good to know. I shall buy a kitty litter scoop or aquarium net. And no it doesn’t contaminate the water in any dangerous way.) And she told the class about “lotus births” which I had read about, and which fascinated everyone. (In case you are wondering, it’s when you don’t cut the cord, but hang on to the placenta for a week or two until it rots off on its own. I know. Horrifying, but some crazy hippies actually do it.) She didn’t understand them either, but just let us know the options. She told us about the drug options and no, there’s never a point when it’s too late for an epidural, though if it’s time to push, they will encourage you to push through the pain rather than slow it down with an epidural. I was pleased. She made a point of saying that there is no such thing as failure when it comes to childbirth. I liked that. I think it needed to be said.

For the first time, there were actually people in the Birth Centre who had just had their babies, so we got to see them. One made a brief cameo on its way out the door, the other had only just been born and was paraded around the room for us all to ooh and ahh over. It was nice after all the talk of pain and tearing and episiotomies, to have a reminder of what we get to take home at the end of the day.

Lastly, since there was a fresh one on hand, she brought out a real placenta for us to have a look. Now, I had no real interest in it. It’s fascinating, but yucky and doesn’t look like much. As far as I’m concerned, it’s medical waste. The other women seemed similarly uninterested or slightly grossed out. What surprised me was that about half of the men jumped up and hovered over it like it was an engine block. These were all the blokey, jokey, squeamish guys who were fascinated, really into this messy, bloody blob of tissue. As Mike explained it, “It’s a piece of machinery.” I guess that makes sense. It’s like when they did dissections in biology class. A boy who can’t stay awake during the explanation of osmosis is the first to the crowd the bench when the teacher cuts open a sheep’s eyeball.

Anyway, we ran out of time and didn’t get to tour the birthing suite of the hospital, so we’ll get to next time. We will also learn how to change a baby and various other important things we’ll need to know for the first week after going home.

I can’t believe I’m at 30 weeks already. The time has really flown. I’m getting stronger kicks every day (sometimes feels like he’s wearing steel-toe boots) and people who only see me once a week have said, “Geez! Did you grow since I saw you last??” To which I say, “Yes. I probably did.” Still 10 more weeks to go. Where’s it all going to fit? Is he going to annex my ribcage next?

A couple of months ago, I was watching BBC world news and a crawl at the bottom of the screen caught my eye, so I followed up on the story online. It was an article about a British midwifery expert’s claim that women who have epidurals miss out on the supposed benefits of painful childbirth. I read on The Skeptical OB that this “expert” has made a career out of touting the supposed benefits of enduring the pain of “natural” childbirth.

Again, this is one of those situations where I feel I am being told lies to sell me something I already want to buy. Like telling me that a necklace will protect me from cancer, when was ready to buy it just because it was pretty. I am planning on having a “natural birth,” assuming everything is normal. If things go wrong, I will accept that it may not be possible. I’m not going to lose my head if I need to be rushed to the regular birthing suite, and if I’m in enough pain, I’m not afraid to say, “Bring on the drugs!”

A day after I heard the article, I watched an episode of Supernanny (it’s a bit of an obsession, please don’t judge me) in which a British mother was having trouble disciplining her youngest son. The woman finally revealed, tearfully, that she felt that she was constantly disappointing him because she had been unable to have him “naturally” and had to have medical intervention in his birth. As if somehow, his behaviour was a conscious effort to punish her for being a “bad mother.”

These two things together made me very, very angry at the sanctimonious environment surrounding “natural birth.” The idea that needing medical intervention to SAVE THE LIFE OF YOUR CHILD is somehow construed as bad mothering is absurd. The midwife in that article (which almost every headline felt the need to point out was a MALE) is part of this problem. Creating an atmosphere of guilt is not conducive to creating an educated public. Furthermore, he presents this opinion, not backed by any facts, studies, figures or evidence, just simply his personal opinion as an “expert” as if it is supposed to be convincing. So, I’m just supposed to take his word for it?  Pfft. As if.

There is so much nonsense specifically aimed at one of society’s most vulnerable populations: pregnant women. Women are made to think that letting a doctor anywhere near them puts them in the position of a victim, when really, the peddlers of non-medical, alternative treatments, (aromatherapy, homeopathy, etc.) are really victimising them by selling them treatments that don’t work. Yes, a normal birth is a healthy part of life. But remember, back when everyone had a natural birth, many women died as a result, or their babies died. One of the main reasons our life expectancy is so high is that fewer infants die in their first few days out of the womb.

Yes, I’m planning on having a natural birth. I’m also planning to breast-feed for at least the first six months. I may even want to heat up a little dish of essential oils to help me relax during labour or drink raspberry leaf tea to help ease and speed up labour. I am NOT doing any of these because I would be a bad mother for having the baby in the birthing suite rather than the birth centre,  using a bottle or accepting drugs to aid or induce labour. You don’t need to sell me on the “benefits of pain” the “evils of formula” or the “effectiveness of alternative medicine.”