The Final Countdown

With only 11.5 actual working days left at work I feel like I can finally start counting down….although to be honest I’ve been doing that ever since I handed in the formal notification to HR. Getting ready for work is a bigger chore than going to work and I’m looking forward to some well-deserved lie ins, getting up for approximately 14 toilet visits per night really takes it out of you. I’m forever questioning why we didn’t install an en-suite when we renovated our house.

I’m hoping that once I am on maternity leave I become motivated to do some of this nesting I’ve heard about. I’m quite an obsessively tidy person when it comes to our abode and thought this part would be a breeze but even looking at the ironing pile makes me retreat to the comfort of the sofa and remote control. I’m trying to rope in my mother to help me nest, she assures me it’s an instinct you’re supposed to get and do yourself but I’ve explained she’s better at it than me. P.S. I’ll pay you in cuppas and biscuits if you’re reading this.

Put aside the exhaustion and the rising levels of discomfort it’s actually been really enjoyable of late. I had my ‘non baby shower style get together’ that I was adamant I didn’t want. I’m not a fan of the old nappy cake, and being the centre of attention puts the fear of god into me but I enjoyed a fab day out with family and friends (and received lots of lovely gifts). Stop press! I stayed out until 8pm, good going eh? Mind you, they stayed out until around midnight and got suitably mortz on my behalf so we all put in a good shift.

I also kindly offered (i.e was bribed by the promise of a Marks & Spencers voucher) to go along to assist medical students with their final exams. The midwife mentioned it at my last scan, said they needed a pregnant ‘lady’ for one of their sessions and casually mentioned that I had a lovely bump and should do it. Flattery (and said Marksies vouchers) will get you everywhere (I’ll do anything for a 2 Dine for £10 meal deal). It was quite surreal lying there while a conveyor belt of students came in one after the other to question me and have a fondle of my bump. I’d say a good 75% of them were quite hot though so I’m not complaining. A good day out and doing my bit for the NHS after they’ve done their bit for us.

More good news, we were signed off from being classed as high risk from our consultant and are now midwife led. I’ve still been allowed my late scans though just to check he/she is growing ok. The little chunk was 4lbs 10 at the 28 week scan, I thought that seemed huge but the midwife assured me that it’s the norm. So now we only have 5 weeks (hopefully) before meeting Little Pip. I’ve hit a point now where it really feels like time has slowed down and that I’ve been pregnant for years. I don’t suppose it helps that with IVF you find out you’re pregnant at the earliest of stages, combine that with the 6 – 8 weeks drug fuelled lead up then you are looking at the best part of a year….but as they say, good things come to those who wait. Now just need to wait for the mother (aka designated nester) to turn up with her feather duster and marigolds and all will be well.

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Gis A Job!

I haven’t been very prolific on here recently. I have been writing lots….mainly personal statements declaring how bloody marvellous I am, in the hope that someone will take me on when my job role is made redundant at the end of March. It’s a good job I’m pretty relaxed as early pregnancy and being faced with unemployment isn’t the best of combos. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t change it for the world, but talk about awkward timing. Still, that’s infertility for ya! Anyway, if I think about the money I’m saving on Sauvignon Blanc then we should have a fair bit put away by the time the new addition comes. 😉

The thought of interviewing is quite daunting, luckily the bump/bloat can still be hidden relatively well at the moment so that shouldn’t give things away and what’s a little white lie between me and a potential employer?  I also worry about getting a job offer, would I tell them at that point or would I wait until my (rapidly increasing) bottom was placed firmly on my swivel chair? Any wise words from people who have been in a similar situation would be much appreciated.

Apart from employment woes not much has been going on. There’s been the usual ‘ ugh, I’m sick of feeling sick symptoms’ quickly followed by the ‘WHY HAVE MY SYMPTOMS DISAPPEARED’ panic. I’ve now learnt to enjoy those rare days/hours. I’m waiting patiently for my first midwife appointment on Thursday morning and hopefully we’ll get a date for our 12 week scan. Then I can really start to worry again.

I also made my debut on the airwaves?!?! this week. I was kindly invited to take part in an interview for an episode of The Fertility Podcast, a brilliant online resource offering hope and advice to people trying to conceive.  You should check it out…..not just the one featuring me obvs. There’s a great back catalogue of podcasts on the website featuring interviews with fertility experts like Zita West and Emma Cannon as well as real life stories with people like little ol’ me.

You can download the podcasts here and can follow them on Twitter https://twitter.com/fertilitypoddy

Right, those applications won’t write themselves! Hmmmm, I wonder if the midwife needs a PA??? Please send positive job based vibez!

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