7th November 2016
Well, exam week is officially here!
The night before the exam, I stayed with my friend and we made the best pizza in the history of the world. I swear, cheese and chicken and BBQ sauce makes the world go ’round. I woke up and had a mild panic about how much (or how little) I knew, but it was almost too little, too late. It happened with every university exam. It gets to a point where I think I don’t know enough, but don’t have enough time to learn anything new.
The exam went by in a blur.
I was the only one in the room. The little nugget decided that playing with my ribs and kicking every two seconds would be a great way to pass the time. It was lovely, but not helpful when I would have a word on the tip of my tongue, only to have it fly out of my head with every kick. Needless to say, I feel like some of my essays turned out to be nonsense and I’m getting an idea of what my son is going to be like.
I had another appointment with my midwife and we discussed birth options. She doesn’t travel all the way to Hamilton, so I have to pick another midwife to look after me through labour and delivery. I’m not entirely keen on the idea, but I don’t really have a choice in the matter. Plus, double (or triple) the midwives means more attention and support, right? I found one and she is amazing…on the phone at least. The main thing is that she runs drugs. All the drugs. I want need an epidural, so the main struggle was to find a midwife that supported the option of having one put in. It turns out that a lot of midwives are very airy, fairy and believe in hypnobirthing these days. That’s all very well and good, but I want all the drugs.
Guess who gets all the drugs? I do!
The rest of the week passed by in a very uninteresting blur. I started studying for my second exam as soon as I stepped out of the church. The life of a university student. I won’t be able to call myself a student for much longer! It has been a long four years, but I think I’m ready to pop that ‘safety’ bubble of being a student.