Yesterday I went to the hospital with Y. I am officially 38 weeks pregnant from yesterday, which is when I gave birth to H. It WAS an induction though, so it’s not really an indication that I am likely to do so again. Anyway, I was supposed to be seeing the midwife for a chat, check up and internal, but instead, I saw the midwife for 20 seconds who weighed me (nobody has mentioned a THING about my weight there, it’s fabulous!), then the obstetrician who did a scan saying that the baby’s weight was estimated at 3100g….hmm, 800g in a week seems slightly impossible, even he thought so. So he checked again and it was more like 2800, which just goes to show how inaccurate these weight measurements are. Anyway, we couldn’t see baby’s face, so got some very boring scan pictures of a thigh, some amniotic fluid and a skull. But baby is doing well and that’s all that matters. I then had to ASK for an internal, as I have a yeast infection..again..and JESUS CHRIST this doctor is rough! So far it’s my only complaint about this hospital compared to the other one. Was a bit disappointed that I didn’t get my cervix checked, but then what would I do if they told me I was not dilated at all, or 3cm dilated? It wouldn’t change anything since labour could just be hours away in either of those scenarios. So I’m thinking of it as a positive thing anyway. I am so impatient, but to be honest, I’m exhausted. Not being able to sleep and stuck in the house because it’s too hot outside/too hard to drive and park (I had to get Y to reverse park my car yesterday..cringe)/too grumpy to be kind to my children is really getting to me. Never mind the forgetfulness, clumsiness and depression, which still rears it’s head on odd occasions. This MUST be to get women not to be afraid of labour, surely, because I was terrified of that yet again a couple of months ago. Now I’m embracing every little twinge and hoping it gets more and more painful..Mother Nature is weirdly clever.
Last night, I went to bed with all of the windows and doors open (except for the downstairs ones, I don’t want to be woken up to face licks from my cats), and woke at about three in the morning absolutely FREEZING! Usually this would be welcomed, but it was really really suddenly very cold! I checked the temperature, which was 21 degrees, but I had been lying on my bed with a window open at my side and another by my head, wearing only a nightshirt and no covers, so I was really cold. I went to the loo (of course), then covered the children up too, although their room is in the middle so tends to be warmer than ours generally. Then I had an amazing sleep despite waking up with a phlegmy cough that L seems to have too. This morning is a very mild 27 degrees, also FANTASTIC and I’m going to try to do the day without air conditioning again. I love love love autumn!
Yesterday the childrens shoes arrived from the U.K. My Mum kindly bought me a Clarks foot measure so I can order shoes online (payment is tricky, but we’ve worked it out together so she pays and I can pay her back) and my Mum can send them to me. How kind is that?!? Except she’s in France right now, so my sister sent them (thank you x). Anyway, my reasoning for this is not that I think Japanese childrens shoes are rubbish, although I kind of do. Their baby shoes are decent enough, but when you get to about 13cm sizes, they are a bit crap. But the main point is that my children have extremely narrow feet. H is an E and L is an F. These are UK sizes, so different from in Japan, but I believe the average in the UK is a G? I also have very narrow feet, thanks Mum (who has like AAA). And although I like having narrow feet, it’s a real pain in the bum to find shoes. It’s even harder when you know that we also have LOOOOOONNNNNGGGG feet. I’m a UK size 7/Japan size 25.5 at least, and narrow and long feet aren’t generally catered for. My poor mother has to spend a fortune on shoes since only a couple of companies have the monopoly on them.
So the children were really happy with their new kicks, which thankfully fit perfectly.
So they both have flashing lights in the soles, and I was a bit worried that the nursery might complain about them being too “flashy”. Not that this would make me stop them wearing them, but you know, I just didn’t want the hassle. So I told the children not to make too much of a fuss about them. Stupid me.
We arrived at nursery this morning and they both went running up to the teacher who greets us at the playground entrance and said,
“LOOK! We’ve got new shoes! And LOOK! They light up!” smacking their heels down on the floor to demonstrate the flashing.
“Oh great!” she replied, “they’ll be really safe at night time when you’re outside in the dark!” Phew, I thought, although I wonder what she thinks my 4 and 5 year old are doing outside at night time.
Then I said goodbye to the children and watched them run into the playground shouting, “LOOK EVERYONE!! Our shoes flash!”
I should have known…