That made you look! Week 18 (17 weeks and 5 days to be exact). I’ve just seen the midwife at UCLH. I don’t know what I expect them to do but so far, these appointments are a massive anti-climax. I’m an intellectual snob I know but these midwives seem mediocre to me. Not dynamic, not proactive . Don’t get me wrong, this is likely my problem, my overly high expectations. I’m sure they are doing a great job. She took my blood pressure, which was pretty low, so took it again and it has risen to a reasonable level, she listened to the baby’s heart and asked a few questions; had I thought about the birth? – yes, epidural and all the drugs possible! – Was I feeling okay? – yes – and that was about it. I should really be pleased. All going smoothly. However, with my tendency for boredom, I’m always wanting something more. Plus as I’ve said before, the EGA Wing at UCLH is brand new and very well run. Less waiting around than at their private IVF clinic, one of the best in the country, the CRGH.Week 18 ( 17 weeks and 5 days to be exact). I’ve just seen the midwife at UCLH. I don’t know what I expect them to do but so far, these appointments are a massive anti-climax. I’m an intellectual snob I know but these midwives seem mediocre to me. Not dynamic, not proactive . Don’t get me wrong, this is likely my problem, my overly high expectations. I’m sure they are doing a great job. She took my blood pressure, which was pretty low, so took it again and it has risen to a reasonable level, she listened to the baby’s heart and asked a few questions; had I thought about the birth? – yes, epidural and all the drugs possible! – Was I feeling okay? – yes – and that was about it. I should really be pleased. All going smoothly. However, with my tendency for boredom, I’m always wanting something more. Plus as I’ve said before, the EGA Wing at UCLH is brand new and very well run. Less waiting around than at their private IVF clinic, one of the best in the country, the CRGH.
I’m getting sick of my own writing style. It seems a tad narcissistic to blog about oneself. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’m really only doing it for the money! I’m still delusional enough or a positive enough person ( however you look at the world) to believe it’s worth having hope. I must admit, also, that although In the past I would have turned my nose up at the idea, writing is somewhat therapeutic. Especially helping to pass time for someone as impatient as myself. Tube journeys to the hospital and waiting around are no longer hiking my stress levels sky-high.
Today, I’m on the Tube off to meet a very good friend for lunch . Someone I met a long time ago when I was working in a French bank. An analyst back then and the smartest person I know by far in the investment world. Anyway, I’ve had to avoid him for the last four months as one of my drinking/lunching buddies. It would have been too obvious otherwise. Added to that is that fact that as a dear friend, I really wanted to tell but B really reigned me and my big mouth in so against all my instincts I kept quiet.
Just met him for a very convivial lunch. Cheap and cheerful Turkish at Tas in Farringdon. I can almost say that I’m starting to enjoy sober meals out. Diet Coke (just the odd one, mind) is the new Pinot Grigio. I’m definitely happier and more relaxed. Everyone keeps saying.
I’m in the ante natal ward at UCLH now (my second time this week but this time to see the consultant) and it’s still a pleasant and uncrowded place to be. Theres a lady with a tiny, tiny baby standing 5 feet away. I’m actually thinking it’s cute and not hating it for once. Perhaps I’m coming to terms with being pregnant and I’m able to appreciate it. I think it also comes down to the fact that I’m super relaxed re work. My ‘boss’ is off for three weeks ‘working’ so I don’t even need to go to the office for an hour a day to ease my guilt. I’ve been to pregnancy pilates this morning. I really enjoyed it. At Pilates Art Physiotherapy in Kilburn High Road. Mat classes taught by physiotherapists. Very thorough and a nice teacher named Maria. It was a hard workout but a good one as I actually worked some of those lazy muscles of mine!
Blimey, I’m almost raving for me. I’m in a good mood. This is becoming a scary habit! Continue Reading
Don’t all fall off your seats at once. Yes, this really is me back with a premature (excuse the pun) post!
It’s the work thing or lack thereof. I did say I’d explain last time so here goes, career update:
I was called to a meeting with HR on Tuesday to discuss the option of taking the redundancy offer further. Ie progressing a letter which was first sent to me in January warning me of the possible redundancy of my position – clever of them really given that they had actually made it redundant before my team had even joined by withdrawing the investment promised to us to start our equity desk on our first day!
So, after almost five months of nothingness, happily sat through quietly by me, (who wouldn’t on full pay, no boss to watch over you and going through the trauma of IVF?) and after two previously delayed meetings to pursue other internal possibilities, the official process has begun again. We have one more ‘opportunity’ to check out (one from our Paris office where a colleague is potentially setting up a desk he’d like me to join – never going to happen in my opinion but if HR can wait for him to let then know if it’s going to go ahead probably – another month of getting paid-then who am I to complain? The reality is that I can’t really accept a job anyway because their maternity benefit generously extends to statutory!! In such a male dominated firm you would expect more, especially because they would hardly ever have to pay out, but such is the nature if the beast.
So, I’m hanging on as long as possible. They don’t know I’m pregnant and until the redundancy is confirmed I won’t be telling them or, knowing them, they will try to find some way to avoid the redundancy given maternity leave would be cheaper for them.
I have a meeting with HR next week but in the meantime I have time on my hands. You know what that means?I’m bored! More scans! I’m now sitting in the walk-in clinic at UCLH having had a few pains after my yoga stretching and not being able to wait until my Mondays scan appointment I’ve come here. Amazingly there is no queue and I’ve been called in twice but I’m waiting for my husband, let’s call him B from now on, so that he can see the scan too. Ridiculous, the NHS is waiting for me!
Scan update; all is well. Baby is bouncing around like mad and measures 58mm. A morning well spent. Plus, I had some blood tests to get done from my midwife so up the stairs I went and walked straight in. Empty clinic again. I’m starting to like the NHS! Continue Reading
Overdue again. My blog post I mean, not me, clearly. I’m still pregnant. I have attended my first midwife appointment which was uninspiring ( what exactly did I expect?) and have started my stretchmark cream trial, the cream having now arrived from Barcelona ( sorry, not Majorca, I misinformed you in my last post). Continue Reading
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