So this is my first attempt at writing a blog post from my new iPod - we'll see how it goes. The little touch keyboard is surprisingly easy to use on this thing but still, typing one-fingered is a pain.
Hey, this is how my poor father-in-law must feel all the time! No wonder the guy hates to use the computer.
There also doesn't appear to be a "save draft" feature on the Typepad application, which: yikes! I know I'd be super mad at myself if I lost a post which I had labored over one-fingeredly, so I'll just have to be extra careful.
I had a midwife appointment this morning -technically my 36-week one although by my own calculations I'll be 35 weeks tomorrow. (For Tracy and anyone else who's been wondering - my official fuzzy-12-wk ultrasound-based due date is February 2nd; my own opinion is that it's actually more like the 10th.)
I know I have mentioned this already, but man I am appreciating my prenatal care this time compared to my pregnancy with Camilla. I never realized what a negative factor my last OB was until I started experiencing something different.
I don't think it's necessarily the difference between midwives and OBs that is the key (although with my personal ideas and preferences about birth I do think midwives are a better fit for me); I think it was just my particular OB who was the problem.
For instance, did I mention at the time that throughout my pregnancy he both:
A) Did regular ultrasounds to ensure that the baby was growing properly and was not super-small because chronic hypertension like mine (he never believed my hypertension was white-coat despite the home BP-monitoring he made me do) can cause problems with the cord so the baby doesn't get enough nutrients; AND
B) Intimated on multiple occasions that the baby might be freakishly large enough to warrant induction on or before my due date.
Why did I never realize at the time that worrying your patient about the possibilities that her baby might be both too small AND too big is a little, um, not cool?
I'd like to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he really was just blundering along. But I can't help feeling that the whole thing was his head-trippy way of trying to get me and my bother of a pregnancy dealt with as quickly as possible... i.e. If I can't get away with inducing you for non-existent pre-eclampsia then maybe I can convince you to let me induce you for non-existent cephalo-pelvic disproportion!
Fortunately Camilla obligingly turned up 10 days early and I never had to have that battle, and came out of the ordeal only 2 unnecessary but harmless NSTs the worse. I was lucky.
And now I have my midwives, who not only believe me about my normal home blood- pressure readings but in whose office I feel comfortable enough that this morning my BP was a textbook 120/80 - the lowest reading I've ever gotten in a doctor's office.
Plus, today they gave me the sheet to fill out with my birth preferences, and it made me smile because it includes, among other things:
A) the information that they prefer to default to intermittent fetal monitoring during labor unless there is some reason constant monitoring proves necessary (oh how I hated those straps on my belly last time); and
B) a question about which position I think I might like to give birth in. Like, I actually get a choice! No mandatory default to on my back on the table!
For people who are used to midwife care this might not seem like a big deal, but for me, after last time, it totally is. Of course I am not looking *forward* to giving birth again, but in a way I kind of am. There have been few moments in my life more euphoric than 1:07pm on October 14, 2006. And I'm exhilarated at the thought of climbing that mountain again.