Yesterday we had another visit to the midwife, at exactly 27 weeks. Everything is still going fine and dandy. The baby was positioned head down in a curve with his feet on my left side. He was kicking all the way through the examination. I had a different midwife then on my previous appointments, this time it was a lady. She seems a little more oldfashioned than the man I met with. She was very friendly, more informative and more specific on my diet. Personally, I prefer the man, who’s a little more distant. There are five midwives at the clinic here and the idea is to see them all at least once so that I won’t get a stranger to help me through labor. I wonder if it really matters. There will be so much going on, I doubt I’ll even notice.
My next appointment is scheduled in three weeks. I’ll have to remember to go to the hospital in about two weeks to have some bloodwork done, so they will have the results in by then. Oh, and I gained another 3,4 kg since my last visit! I think I can stop worrying about gaining enough now!
I almost forgot to mention: I gave in! The baby will have M.’s lastname. I had made my mind up a while ago, he’s so good to me and I realised it really means a lot to him, so I figured he deserved it. Last week we officially acknowledged paternity.














Welcome to Glim. My name is Priscilla and this is my (somewhat) daily journal. I'm twenty-six and I live with my boyfriend in the Netherlands. We're expecting a baby boy in October and we share our home with a cat and a bunny. I work parttime and in my spare time I enjoy reading, writing, crafting, sleeping... pretty much all the usual.