At my wonderfully indulgent ante natal yoga class, everyone sits in a circle and shares their preoccupations of the week, thoughts fears, concerns, whilst massaging one foot after the other! As my moment approaches I always rack my brains, nothing has happened of significance that is worth sharing.
Inevitably when I do start to share, it becomes a list, indigestion, pins and needles in my fingertips = ineffectual hands (I’m surprised they are keeping in check long enough to type this!) and……reduced movement, which is making me concerned. Reduced movement, i assume it’s just because there is less room now that my baby is growing and look to the other mums to be for reassurance. The teacher asks if the movements are more subtle and I nod. Onto the next person, she seems to be concerned about the cost of the private maternity care that she has opted for and bemoans the cost of a cab fare from Islington to Hackney. Ah well, it's all relative!
Later that evening Husband and I, settle down to watch “One Born Every Minute”, set in a maternity ward, we’re treated to a snippet of what we might have instore in 8 weeks or so. It makes for strangely reassuring viewing and as we discuss the reduced movement, we decide a bag of mini caramel eggs will help stir things up a bit. There is still some room for those and our baby approves, responding with slow, sure and strong kicks. Even if rather squashed, he doesn’t seem to have to may concerns or preoccupations of his own yet.
