All is well.
We went into hospital this morning because Vic had a migraine. In fact, because she's had a migraine for three weeks, each day getting worse. As you may know, pregnancy tends to cause headaches in the last couple of weeks of pregnancy. As you may also know, for migraine sufferers, headaches are a migraine trigger. And you can't dope yourself up on masses of super-strength painkillers when you're pregnant, and those painkillers Vic is allowed to use weren't working. Today, it was all getting too much, so we called the hospital, and they invited us in.They've done various tests and decided that Vic's basically fine, apart from, you know, the agony. So there's no reason to bring her induction date forward. However, they do want to keep her in for observation, mainly in case of rising blood pressure. So far, nothing's telling them that they need to do a C-section, which is great — nowt wrong with caesarians, but, if Vic does have one, she'd rather it be because she chooses it than because she needs it.
Another major cause of migraines is misalignment of the neck. Vic's been needing about twenty pillows to get to sleep lately, which hasn't been helping. So an electric adjustable hospital bed should give her the best night's sleep she's had in ages tonight. Excellent.
There'll be more updates tomorrow. Probably not exciting ones, though: we expect to spend the day playing cards. It'll all kick off on Thursday morning. (Dead early Thursday morning. Very uncivilised, if you ask me. I thought this birth business would be my chance for a decent lie-in, but no. No wonder fathers look so harassed in labour wards.)
Thanks from the both of us to everyone's who's been wishing us well.
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