First midwife visit.
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rivkaI went to the midwife at noon today, and all seems to be well.
I saw Kathy, the senior midwife of the practice and the one who was there for my D&C. She suggested B-complex vitamins for my nausea and had a mix of good and bad ideas for the poor appetite/hot weather combination. (Good: high-protein shake made from yogurt, frozen berries, and a couple of those pasteurized whole eggs that come in a carton. Bad: aspic, WTF.)
She was sympathetic about the incredible disgusting goopiness of progesterone suppositories and assured me that yes, some of the medicine stays in. I'm to take them through the 13th week, at which point I can stop because the placenta will have taken over production.
Normal protocol for this practice is not to do an ultrasound until around 18 weeks, when all fetal parts can be clearly visualized. I asked her if I could have one around 12-13 weeks for mental health reasons, and she immediately agreed. I'm to go for an ultrasound in the 12th week (the week after SUUSI) and then come for an office visit in the 14th week, when we should be able to hear a heartbeat with the Doppler. You know, if Nothing Bad Has Happened Yet.
We did an abbreviated exam because I just had a Pap and STD test six months ago. Kathy went into raptures over the beauty of my uterus, which is always flattering, I guess. It's already measuring 10-12 weeks, even though this is the first day of the ninth week - she says, "because this is your third pregnancy, and your body remembers what to do." Hence, apparently, the Amazing Expanding Pregnancy Rack of Doom.
I still can't shake the feeling that Something Bad Will Happen. Even with my beautiful uterus.
I saw Kathy, the senior midwife of the practice and the one who was there for my D&C. She suggested B-complex vitamins for my nausea and had a mix of good and bad ideas for the poor appetite/hot weather combination. (Good: high-protein shake made from yogurt, frozen berries, and a couple of those pasteurized whole eggs that come in a carton. Bad: aspic, WTF.)
She was sympathetic about the incredible disgusting goopiness of progesterone suppositories and assured me that yes, some of the medicine stays in. I'm to take them through the 13th week, at which point I can stop because the placenta will have taken over production.
Normal protocol for this practice is not to do an ultrasound until around 18 weeks, when all fetal parts can be clearly visualized. I asked her if I could have one around 12-13 weeks for mental health reasons, and she immediately agreed. I'm to go for an ultrasound in the 12th week (the week after SUUSI) and then come for an office visit in the 14th week, when we should be able to hear a heartbeat with the Doppler. You know, if Nothing Bad Has Happened Yet.
We did an abbreviated exam because I just had a Pap and STD test six months ago. Kathy went into raptures over the beauty of my uterus, which is always flattering, I guess. It's already measuring 10-12 weeks, even though this is the first day of the ninth week - she says, "because this is your third pregnancy, and your body remembers what to do." Hence, apparently, the Amazing Expanding Pregnancy Rack of Doom.
I still can't shake the feeling that Something Bad Will Happen. Even with my beautiful uterus.
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Date: 2008-07-08 09:45 pm (UTC)About odd "compliments" - at Ant's birth, the nurses and midwife and doula all oohed and ahhhed at his umbilical cord. They told me it was beautiful, thick, braided, and perfect. Go me, rah.
At Liam's birth, they oohed and ahhhed at the placenta, which they told me was perfectly circular and beautiful. They even showed it to me (I didn't have my glasses on so I have no clue what it looked like other than a red squiggy thing - I assume that was the placenta and not someone's arm. I really don't see very well without glasses).
Go me, rah x 2.
Oh, and Liam had a true knot in the umbilical cord which they were really impressed with. But because it was so thick and perfect (I am guessing) it wasn't the disaster that I always suspected a true knot would be.
Revel in your soft, boggy uterus. Feel your woman power roar, or some such... ; )