The hippie birth center where we’ll be delivering offers group prenatal visits (“Centering Pregnancy”) they’re all gung-ho about, so I thought, what the heck?
What the heck is that they’re on Tuesdays from 8:30 to 10:00 am, which is both early and inconvenient for me… and c’mon, I have a pretty flexible schedule. Don’t people work? And don’t get me started on prenatal yoga classes that are all at 2:30 pm on Tuesdays or whatever. Eff the face right in the day, as my husband would say.
So, 10 things:
- I did not have to do the glucose screening because I’m 24 weeks, not 25+. Fabulous. Four more weeks of dread.
- One woman has two kids under the age of two. Did you catch that? Two kids under the age of two and she’s six months pregnant.
- The same woman mills her own flour so that her homemade bread products are all fresh. Oy.
- I’m weighing a little heavier than I should be. Argh. I knew this, but still….
- When he saw my weight, my husband made a face which I will now delete from my memory. And try not to hold against him. Forever. And ever. As wives are wont to do.
- My blood pressure is nice and low. Really low, but “normal low.”
- My fundal height is normal. High normal, but normal.
- My weight? See #4.
- Despite not doing the glucose screening, I came home feeling really… weird. Am working from bed while drinking orange juice, believing this to be a weird blood sugar thing.
- When my husband thinks I’m being too loud/ engaging/ involved/ embarrassing, he reaches out and puts his hand on me somewhere. This is a hint. I hate this hint, though at least it’s not a dirty look or verbal response.
Fun times. Fun times.