So I haven’t done a great job at hiding my impatience. Can you imagine what I’ll do if I go far overdue? I started off being antsy but am reaching the stage eloquently branded by Muddling Along Mummy as “The Arse”.
According to her it’s a sure sign that things are getting going. I wasn’t sure what she meant by “The Arse” either and she rewarded me with an explanation: “utterly completely f**ked off by everything & fly off the handle at slightest provocation”. Well, ahem, yes. It’s probably more than a bit accurate. Or at least, I’m getting there. Bloody hormones.
I’m fed up of not being able to walk properly, of getting pains that don’t seem to be materialising into labour, of not being able to hold anything in my bladder when I lie down at night.
But, you know what? I’m really fed up of drinking raspberry leaf tea. I know the research around it is anecdotal but a few girlfriends of mine swear by its efficacy in easing labour so I committed from 34 weeks (or was it 32? My memory’s getting woolly) to drinking it and building up my intake, in case it does help.
It was alright to start with but a friend warned that I’d soon get fed up and yes, by the time I was on four cups a day, the stuff tasted vile to me. My mum’s had a cup or two and doesn’t know what I’m talking about. Maybe I’m just ticked off by wasting my loo trips on herby, caffeine-free stuff instead of my pre-pregnancy five cups of coffee a day (I know, I know).
Anyhoo, a distraction from “The Arse” could not have come at a better time as a box full of Mama Tea infusions arrived today.
They sent them to me for review and I’m inordinately excited about giving them a go, especially since I think my beef with raspberry leaf tea is that I’m plain bored of it.
So my mum and I cracked open the box of Ready Mama, a blend including raspberry leaf, hibiscus rose petals, motherwort, rosehip, and echinacea leaf, claiming to be a “powerful birth preparation tea” – not that she’s pregnant (good grief, that would be weird) but she’s a herby kind of lady and it would do her no harm. And it just might do me a bit of good, seeing as I am certainly post the recommended 38 weeks for starting it.
I’m actually liking it. I hasn’t got that sickly-almost-sweet taste that I’ve come to associate with raspberry leaf tea and it genuinely smells floral. I can’t quite put my finger on it but there’s something nostalgic in that scent. Maybe the hibiscus hits me with memories of life in the tropics. I probably spent as much time sniffing it as I did sipping it.
Its flavour’s so light I didn’t feel like I was pushing through the cup, fighting for a cause, suffering for a better birth.
And even if it’s not doing a thing to my uterus, at least it seems to have take the edge off my arsiness.
This is not a paid post but Mama Tea did send me a box full of teas to sample. Obviously, I’m not anything if not honest.
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