I had my appointment with the midwives today. It was ok--nothing special. It was a very long appointment though, and I had Dylan with me. That made things interesting, to say the least. I pretty much had blood drawn and she made sure that I had filled out the medical records completely. I was weighed and measured (my height, not my baby belly), given a rather large information packet, and sent on my merry way. I feel much better about midwife care now that I have already had a baby and kind of know what's up.
Interesting tidbit--did you know that HIV can have a ten year incubation period? I didn't know that before today, and I think it's really scary!!! So even if you only have one partner, if they have had multiple partners in the past ten years you should still have a regular HIV test. They offer you one every time you have a baby, just to make sure.
It still seems to me that the midwives over here are more interested in whether or not the mother has an STD than than they are in the health of the unborn child. But hey-ho, the care is free so I can't complain too much!
I've been having really crazy pregnancy dreams. I know that most pregnant women have them, so I know I'm not unique in this. But for the last few nights I've dreamt that I've gotten in really huge fights with my parents, the likes of which I haven't seen since I was 17 or 18. The one last night was a fight with my dad, and it was pretty bad. But Saturday night was the worst. I dreamed that mom and I got into a huge argument. I was trying to choke her. She was blaming my bad example for the behavior of a younger sister, and told me that I was "evil." She kicked me out of her house, along with said younger sister, and told us never to come back. I said that was fine with me, and that she would never see me or my children ever again. I woke up just as I was putting Dylan in his sling and getting ready to walk out the door. I couldn't get back to sleep after that. I was too upset, and remained upset for the rest of the day. It just seemed so real!
I had a strange one while I was preggers with Dylan. In my dream I kept killing baby animals because they were cramping my style. I killed some kittens and a few baby birds for sure. I might have killed more animals, but I don't remember because it was such a long time ago. And I dreamed that Martin was related to the Queen. I liked that one a lot!
We had to go in to Scunthorpe this evening to get new phones. We had Martin's parents' old phones, and they have been on the verge of going for quite some time. But today they finally gave up the ghost, so to speak, so our new ones are charging and will be ready for use tomorrow evening. Did you ever notice how things always break at the same time? We had to get a new microwave and a new toaster within a few weeks of each other. Then we needed new phones, and our vacuum cleaner is broken. It's kind of like how you run out of toiletries all at once and have to buy mascara, deodorant, shampoo, conditioner, and toothpaste all at the same time. Weird!
While we were in Scunny we stopped at Burger King for a quick bite. While we were there we saw the poster child of how to be a bad parent. There was this guy who came in with his son (maybe 3 years old) and what seemed to be his mother and little sister. The girlies were fine--didn't say much the entire time they were there. Dad, on the other hand, was a nightmare. I'm not sure, but I think he may have been high. He was alternating between shouting at his son and being his "buddy." He was swearing like a sailor and using racial slurs whilst singing along to Christina Aguilera's "Genie In A Bottle" (substitute "genie" with "paki" or "blackie" or even, to my horror, the forbiden "n" word). He did this in front of all the patrons, one of whom was of Asian descent and had his two young sons with him. He shouted at his son for not eating his dinner, and then shouted at him for crying because he was being shouted at. He called him several obscenities, and then dashed him off to the boys room to use the toilet whilst holding his hand and singing to him. That poor child must be so confused, and his future seems pretty bleak with a father like that.
I looked at the way Martin is with our son, and I felt so incredibly blessed to be married to him. He has his faults--don't we all--but he is a wonderful father and a fantastic husband.