- They are more than happy to let me come in for an appointment when any number of things that are normal in pregnancy but new and sort of scary to me occur.
- They are very positive about everything, but not annoyingly-so.
- When I say things like "It seems like my body's falling apart and I'm getting old and have had too many kids and what the heck is wrong with me?" they don't even smirk, but let me know that I am just fine.
- They make a point of letting me know that I'm welcome to bring home my placenta, let my husband catch the baby, and/or go home four hours postpartum if the baby and I are healthy.
- They smile and get excited when they see in my lab results that another CNM (there are three) ordered a Hep C test which must mean that I'm interested in a waterbirth.
- The receptionist greeted me by name without blatantly consulting a computer or chart.
- They make jokes about the paper skirt I keep having to don for cervical checks because my body thinks it's funny to bleed off and on for weeks.
- They comment on how well-behaved my child is for measuring only one day off on the 12 week ultrasound.
I went back for my fifth appointment of the pregnancy today at 14w6d after I had two days of heavy brown spotting and what turns out is my first hemorrhoid. I am not excited about this new development. The spotting is obnoxious, but didn't freak me out. The latest theory, since the ultrasound two weeks ago showed a happy, out-of-the-way placenta and no subchorionic hemorrhages and my cervix looks fine, is that I might have an internal cervical polyp. It wouldn't be visible, but it might bleed now and then. Oh goody. The kids I have already keep me on my toes -- maybe this child will be the worst-behaved during pregnancy but turn it around post-birth. We shall see. My fundus measured right at 15 weeks, the baby's heartbeat was immediately obvious and 150 bpm, my blood pressure was 102/54, my weight claimed to be up 7 lbs from 2 weeks ago, but it was a different scale and I don't trust it since mine at home said I was up 2 lbs both this morning and when I came home. That puts me at 4 lbs total. I've now seen each of the midwives at least once. While I was there, they scheduled the big ultrasound. Conveniently, Dan is on spring break from 19-21 weeks so it was easy to find a time he could come too. I ended on scheduling it for the afternoon of March 22nd when I'm 19w3d. The boys have their annual check-ups that morning, so it's well-kid checks for everybody that day. Oddly, my SIL (who came with me) and I ran into the boys' new pediatrician at the grocery store on the way home. I wouldn't have known who he was but he's my SIL's ped too and they recognized each other. I suppose it helps that he sees her occasionally at work, too.
Before the bleeding started Tuesday, things had been pretty hum-drum for the past couple weeks. I officially gave up on my size 8 jeans a week or two ago and tried on every skirt and pair of pants I own in three sizes and maternity to figure out what did fit. It was fun going through all the maternity stuff and remembering what all I've got. Yay for maternity jeans that still zip and button! My shirts are hit and miss. Anything short is iffy over the very-low-rise under-belly jeans. Tight sweaters look scary. But the maternity sweaters and anything that ties in the back is still overkill. I found a forgotten picture of me 40+ weeks pregnant with Leo and I've been freaking out because how can a human being really have a stomach that big? It's just not okay. Five more months and I'll be there again. Maybe this child will really be different and I'll go into labor at 38 weeks. If I end up with a July baby, that will be hilarious.
My next-door neighbor had a little girl two weeks ago, the neighbor behind her had a boy yesterday, and her next-door neighbors (both the one behind me and the one on the other side) had a son in November and a baby-of-unknown-sex in December, respectively. It's a baby boom over here! It was 34ish degrees this afternoon and Leo and I celebrated by splashing down the alley and chopping ice off our driveway and announcing the pregnancy to the various other neighbors enjoying the heat wave. Then he screamed at me for an hour because I refused to fast-forward WALL-E to scene 18 after selecting three other scenes he NEEDED to see. Fun times with an almost 4-year-old.