have a healthy pregnancy

Now I just have to hope this wasn’t all some bizarre X-files-esque conspiracy and those bigscreen ultrasound pictures at the doctor’s office were really showing something inside me and not just part of an elaborate ruse to get me to THINK I’m pregnant so the CIA can use me to help them find Elvis… or something.

Our risks for chromosome abnormalities are very low. Hooray!

Plan to tell my department at our 1 p.m. meeting today. I’m not any more pregnant than I was last week, but having it out in the open makes it seem much more real.

Two seems like a good number for arms and legs. So far, so good!

After a couple of days of exasperation and feeling like what I wanted might just not be available in the Twin Cities, a few friends have directed me to a couple of really promising Birthing Centers. Maybe that might be a nice compromise between the comfort and mother-directed nature of a homebirth and the availability of emergency services if needed (like a hospital birth).

Check this one out!
http://www.morningstarbirth.com/index.cfm

Our first prenatal appointment went well, insofar as the baby seems healthy and everything seems to be proceeding normally.

However, we weren’t satisfied with the care we received. The pamphlet they gave us at our last visit led us to believe this would be our longest prenatal visit, the one where we would have a chance to ask all our questions. But in actuality the whole appointment was very rushed. Most of our time was with a medical student, with our midwife popping her head in now and then. She didn’t even take the time to answer our questions or explain the procedures being performed. When she used unfamiliar medical terms to describe parts of my anatomy, she didn’t explain what she meant. We were very disappointed. The midwife we have been seeing doesn’t do deliveries anyway, so we already knew we needed to find someone else before the end of the pregnancy. Maybe we’ll start looking now and find a new prenatal care provider as well.

a) none of my several Thanksgiving gatherings were very intimate, they were all large affairs with distant relatives from the other side of the family I had never met before

and

b) I guess I got nervous, since I still don’t FEEL that pregnant, have hardly gained any weight, etc. I decided to wait until 12 weeks, and after my 2 prenatal appointments next week tell me everything’s fine.

Not nauseated, not exhausted. Life is good.

Maybe I’m coming out of my first trimester slump.

I imagine I’ll breathe a huge sigh of relief once that’s over with!

_{Or maybe not. Maybe there’s always going to be something new to worry about, starting now and lasting the next 18+ years. I think I’ll choose some other option—that’s no way to live!}

And one follower.

: )

That won’t come in especially handy until later on (when we want to tweet something like “going to the birthing center now” or “it’s a __“), but it’s fun to have started now.