First Visit to the Midwife

Today we had our first visit with our Certified Nurse Midwife, so I guess now that the insurance company is involved, this is really real. I'm only 10 weeks and 2 days along, so the midwife wasn't able to find the heartbeat with her little listening thing, but according to Joe I have a loud placenta. All things look good and we trust that Mother Nature knows better than the rest of us, so Ziggy's cooking along like s/he should be.

It was nice to have a full hour to talk with the midwife and go through all of the information she had for us. I'm pleased to have a variety of midwives and doctors available at the clinic, and lots of medical intervention options if we want them, but most important to me is that the general approach will be to allow nature to take its course unless there's a good reason not to. I sort of wish I could hunker down with the wise women of the tribe in the birthing tent to welcome this little one into the world. But of course I'd like the best surgical and pediatric team standing by in the next (sterile) tent over in case things don't go as expected. So in some ways, this seems like that compromise.

The best part of the visit was when we stood up to leave, Joe picked up the free diaper bag that they gave us and threw it over his shoulder to carry it to the car! Maybe a good sign of things to come??

I continue to feel mostly fine and have had limited WTF? moments (maybe Joe will write the next entry to confirm/deny such claims). Who says a little maniacal laughter, interrupted by extreme irritation, again interrupted by fits of giggles isn't normal? We've been told the fun has only just begun...stay tuned.