“Hi, I’m 23 weeks pregnant, and I’m having my baby.. IN JAMAICA!” That has to be one of the bizzarest statements I’ve ever made. I have no idea why our pregnancy yoga teacher insists that each week we go round in a circle like Alcoholics Anonymous, and say how many weeks gone we are and where we are having our babies.
The yoga studio is 10 minutes away from Holles Street, Ireland’s National Maternity Hospital, so everyone in the class has been saying that they’d be having their babies there. Everyone except me – because until this point I’ve been quite sure about wanting to have my baby in the privacy and comfort of my own home here in Dublin – which in Ireland is the equivilant to saying you are a martian and you want to have your baby on Mars.
Anyway, my (possibly naive) ideas of a peaceful homebirth have been blown completely out of the water over night – H (my husband) is taking a job in Jamaica and we’re moving in about 6 weeks! It’s not somewhere I’ve ever even contemplated going, but I’ve been to Mango Landin’ in Brixton at least twice, so I’d say I’m ready for anything. Gulp.
H got offered the job a week a go, accepted it on Tuesday, and flew out today Thursday to go and meet the team for a week. I just cannot get my head round the speed of which our lives are changing, and haven’t had more than 4 hours sleep for a week for thinking about it! The excitement, sheer panic, anxeity of it all! The HEAT! Handing in my notice at work yesterday – after 7 years !! Just a month before getting my hard won materinity package!!
Anyway, I’ve decided to start a blog about it all. So I hope you’ll follow me on my journey into motherhood and the Carribean!