The Chief is gone right now. For the week. And I'm left staring at a computer screen because I can't face my kitchen again. I spent the weekend baking bread and making cookies and cleaning up after myself (applause please). But somehow in two days all my cleaning has been unraveled and my table and counter tops are now liberally strewn with dirty bowls, plates, and more than a little garbage (why don't I just put it in the trash instead of throwing it on the counter? I'm SO lazy!).
Pregnancy is going well. We have found a midwife that we are really excited to work with. Today I had to endure a visit with a nurse practitioner in order to have an anatomy screening ultrasound ordered and lab work done (stuff my midwife wants). Wendy, the nurse practitioner, asked me point blank why I had waited so long to come see an OB (I am now almost 24 weeks along) and I told her point blank that I felt my pregnancy was progressing just fine, so what was the point? I think I baffled her. We obviously didn't take to one another as she dished out commands and I responded with a multitude of questions regarding the expediency and necessity of each command. I really didn't want to be there. At the moment, I just want to be left alone to enjoy my pregnancy and that is what my midwife will be allowing me to do while my OB (or at least his nurse practitioner) wants me to undergo a barrage of unnecessary tests and procedures. Luckily, I am past the point of amniocentesis, which really seemed to bother Wendy, but for which I inwardly rejoiced. I don't care if it comes back positive for this or that defect. I will love my child no matter how he emerges. Oh, and I also wanted to slap Wendy when I happily announced that we were having another boy and her face fell, "Oh." "We're excited! We love boys!" I assured her. "Really? You're okay with this then?" Seriously? If I wasn't such a nice person, I would have told her to leave the room I was so perturbed by her condolences. Anyway, I left her and went through the motions of making an appointment to see the actual OB in four weeks. I'll be canceling that before it comes around, though, because we are going to be starting our maternity care with our midwife this Thursday. It's so exciting!
The more The Chief and I talk about our home birth, the more excited we become. It is thrilling to know that there won't be any packing of bags or late-night farming out of kids while we dash through the deserted streets to a sterile hospital room with bright lights, beeping monitors, and tubes and IVs everywhere. I am looking forward to being able to move my body throughout labor, hop in the shower if I want, eat a meal and drink real water (instead of the dreaded and insufficient ice chips), soak in a birthing tub, go potty without nurse assistance, cuddle with my babe right when he makes his debut, and give my boys the invaluable opportunity of seeing true natural birth in action. When I first started having strong inclinations toward home birth this time around, I thought The Chief would surely drag his heels throughout the entire process. In past conversations, he had never been very supportive of this birthing path. Now, however, he seems to be just as excited as I am. I just don't think I could be happier right now. (Except if The Chief were here with me tonight, snoring away on the couch while the TV drones on in the background. I miss him.)
Oh, and did I mention that we are naming our third son Karsten? We are. And we still haven't decided on a middle name. I like Aksel, but I can't get The Chief to commit. Anyway, Karsten is the Norwegian version of Christian, which means "blessed, anointed one, follower of Christ." So now we have So-So "God of War, thunder, stern;" Bugs "Manly, Brave, Courageous;" and K-dog (I just made that up; think it'll stick?) "blessed, anointed one, follower of Christ." The first two have done a heckofa job living up to their names. :D Hopefully Karsten will too.
Okay, I have to sign off and go figure out what to make for dinner co-op tomorrow night. Any ideas? Oh, and for those who requested my spinach shake recipe, I haven't forgotten about you . . . I'm just neglecting you. :D Hang tight.
I'm really loving on these scrumptious images right now. Totally:
And for more of my late-night, lonely musings, visit my photo blog which I also updated tonight. :D