I apologize for my lack of blogging. I find that when I’m pregnant, I’m understandably moody, tired, hungry, and forgetful, but my ability to articulate thoughts evaporates. JT tells me that I’m starting to sound like Yoda and right is he. It’s annoying, but I suppose that means the lil’ fetus is developing nicely. Last night I dreamt that I gave birth to a kid, a baby goat that is. It really got weird when I tried to nurse it… my brain is starting to frighten me. 

I’m 15 weeks along and met with our new midwife (I’ll call her Midwife C) for the first time last Saturday. Koen was caught by a different midwife in a hospital. It was a fantastic natural birth experience, but this time we’re going for the home birth. Another major difference will be that we’re not finding out the gender. Midwife C opposes sonograms of all kinds (including a fetal doppler) and while we could still get a sonogram, we figure “when in Rome”… That also means that we won’t actually hear the heartbeat until “the baby can give me a good thump”- around 18-20 weeks. By 15 weeks with K, I’d already had two sonograms, a miscarriage scare, heard the heartbeat, and switched from an OB/Gyn to the midwives. Not to mention all of the tests… I kind of like the relaxed pace of the “old-fashioned” way (that was my OB’s response when I asked if they worked with midwives). The irony is that I can’t think of anything more old-fashioned that reproducing. 

The majority of Midwife C’s families choose to birth in the water, which I had hoped to try with Koen. I don’t know if hospital policy would’ve allowed me to push in the water… the little guy was in a hurry so we didn’t have time to find out. This time I think we’ll be borrowing a jimmy-rigged, horse trough to birth in! Yee-haw!