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Pregnancy paranoia is here in all its glory

Well, I am officially 30 weeks pregnant.  Luka would seemingly have a good chance of survival if born now.  Most of her vital organs are formed, she is around 42 cm long and probably weighs around 1.6 kilograms.  Good news right...yes, unless you are blessed with pregnancy paranoia like me.

Last week Friday is a normal day, just like any other.  Bearing in mind the experience I had with Liam, low amniotic fluid, placenta abruptia etc, I decide I am leaking amniotic fluid.  So I do what any right thinking pregnant woman would do, I phone my gynaecologist, who just happens to be on leave (crying shame if you ask me as I did not even know she was away).  I then phone the kind nurses at obstetrics who inform me to rather be safe than sorry and come in for a check up.

I rush to hospital and they have a little stick that turns black if its amniotic fluid, safe to say, it is not, and the nice nurse tells me that it is no skin of their backs - so if I feel the need to have it checked out again, I must feel free to come back.

Of course I felt like the village idiot, especially seeing as there were 3 women in labour and they were dealing with the aftermath of 9 c-sections.  And here was I, no real problems, just some paranoia wasting their time.

On the plus side, she informed me that amniotic fluid smells like Jik, so off I went to sniff the Jik bottle at home, and it is pretty much at that stage that my poor husband came home to the picture of his previously sane wife, heavily pregnant, sniffing some Jik. 

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