Well it was supposed to be for week 40, but since that would be on Thursday, and the ante natals with our local GP are only on Monday / tuesday, I thought screw it, half way through week 39'll do me.
I saw the African Doc whose name now does not elude me: Dr Emmanuel Nwabweze, a spot on African type of name, from Nigeria. I learned the 'Nigeria' part today since he had an international call in the middle of the appointment and had to leave the room to take it. On his return, he was telling whoever it was that he would call in half an hour. this particular family member had travelled in to town because the signal in the village was a bit too rough to get to the UK. "Parasites, all of them" he said with a wry smile. Well, I pointed out, you've fallen victim to the tradition haven't you - come over, make the money and give it all to the family back home. How many family are in Nigeria? "Oh only about 52"! The other African tradition! Suddenly, when you have money, your family triples in size. Heh.
So apparently my blood pressure is currently at my normal level ie: slightly lower than normal. What with that, and the haemaglobin levels, he reckons I'm healthier than most people, never mind the pregnancy bit. He has a brilliant way of slightly overstating things, so when I mentioned the 13.4 / 13.8 levels on the blood front he looked genuinely shocked and said "Really! That's amazing!". He's a nice bloke. Resorts to antibiotics a bit too quickly but you can allow for that and manoevre the conversation, I guess.
Which is great, but doesn't stop the sciatic nerve in the left leg, and the various vein nastiness in the right. When I lever myself up from the mattress in the middle of the night, as well as the agony and groaning, I can hear my pelvis click and groan as its loosened bones complain about the inconvenience of having to move.
So nothing doing tonight, but you never know - trying an old favourite tomorrow. We're going to the best local curry house, the Mirch Masala - an awesome canteen style, open kitchen, formica tables cafe that is always, *always* rammed to the doors - mostly with Asian families being raucous. The food is... oh blimey. The food is just delicious and the prices more than fair. Cheap, frankly.
So they do a lunchtime special and poor McK hasn't been there for nearly 2 years (I've ended up dragging my Dad there after visiting nora on a couple of occasions). We'll have to make Nora some nice cheese sandwiches or something because well... I mean, she's in her worst "Nooo" to everything period. She's hardly likely to actually eat anything in the whole restaurant with the exception of interesting crunchy popadoms.
Trouble is I've got so used to eating mild curries (total rejection of anything extreme at the point of morning sickness) that the "eat a hot curry" theory may be as naught.
Aaaaanyway. It's my job to make tea tonight, and it's quarter past 8 already. Very waffly entry anout bugger all, but then in that limbo state, not an awful lot is actually happening.
Posted by cait at March 20, 2006 08:15 PM