Prenatal Care adventures

I'm functioning on about 3 hours of sleep, but bear with me.

My last prenatal checkup was pretty standard. Weight and blood pressure were taken.

My doc took some samples for GBS and through external palpitations got an idea about how the baby is positioned in my uterus. Doc's pretty sure baby's head down, I'd have to agree based on the sensations I feel. Now, doc's telling me an ultrasound should be performed just to make sure.

Why?

I get a Doppler used on me, every appointment. The research I've been doing reveals that a Doppler uses the same principles as an image ultrasound. Damn, well, no more of that. But I'm wired, I can't go back to sleep until I can get down all of what I've been feeling related to the care I'm receiving and the impending labor.

Doc also tells me that in the event of a breech delivery, a Cesarean is the safest option. I smell bull, at the appointment, I'm thinking this. I get home, go to my favorite site, Peaceful Parenting, and find that no, a c-section is not the safest way to deliver a breech presentation. It's still a vaginal delivery.

I believe, a next time around, I shall be inquiring about a mid-wife. Pregnancy is not a disease to overcome, so why is a doctor required and a trained surgeon at that?

The doc I've been seeing for the last few appointments is lovely, I'm fond of this person. But the more I see this doc the more I feel that although a deeper relationship is desired, doc just has too many responsibilities already. Doc's attention is already stretched and spread thin.

No hard feelings on my part, I'm so confident in my body's and my baby's body, to do this that I don't (can't) feel neglected. And perhaps it's just not as good a match, my Doc and I, as I had thought.

Body: uncomfortable; Mind: full of win

I'm 20 weeks preggers and feeling less than comfortable, more often than not. Miscellaneous aches, pains, and other wrongness. But for all the bodily 'ugh' I'm feeling, I feel good. I feel ecstatic. Yes, I'm beyond excited for the baby. But, and I know what I'm feeling may only be hormones, I feel full of love and contentment. I live a blessed life. My mate came to me far earlier than I could have hoped for, our compatibility is rather incredible. I'm close to my parents and siblings. I have great friends. I may not be terribly successful in academics or career choice, but my love of myself, my mate, my family and friends, and life are so much more important to me than what I might have done in true, honest pursuit of a degree or busting my ass to get to the top of whichever career.
I had a 3-4 hour convo with a high school classmate. It was a very satisfying conversation. It helped clear my eyes further to the blessed existence I experience.
Naturally, feeling this way makes me wish it on others. I hope that friends and family are finding their best paths in life. Or if struggles are currently unavoidable, that they are easily resolved without much stress.

Always

I know that 2 years is not a long time, marriage wise. But, I feel like the hubby and I have renewed our vows. Based on an article I read, the writer spoke of an agreement with his wife. He stated that he and his wife closed and locked the 'back door' and threw away the key; meaning divorce was not an option to any difficulties they may encounter. So, inspired and enchanted by this, I told the hubby, he immediately told me that divorce was not to be a vocabulary word in our coupledom. Thus, I feel as though our vows have been renewed. We are not a religious couple, divorce could be just another thing that happens, but we've decided that it's not an option to us.
Troubles and struggles are inevitable. But, we've agreed now, that we'll work through them, we'll seek help from family, friends, and professionals in order to stay together.