I had my second prenatal appointment with my midwife yesterday. Everything is great. I've actually lost a pound (not that I'm trying - I'm eating when I'm hungry, and I'm eating whatever sounds good, it's just how things have worked out). My blood pressure was an unprecedented 104/58. The baby's heartrate was 160 bpm. Old wives will tell you that means it's another girl, but I don't know. This pregnancy has been so different from the other two, I'm thinking boy.
We'll find out in December.
Here's a tip - don't wear a dress to a prenatal appointment. Normally when you wear pants (or a skirt) and a shirt, they just lift your shirt to listen to the heart. Um, duh. How many dozen prenatal visits have I been to? But I swore off of pants (everything squeezes and makes me want to throw up - or it's too big and they fall off) and have been wearing dresses almost exclusively, and it made the whole heartbeat-listening part a little awkward.
I really, really like my midwife. Do you know anyone who just makes you feel calm without saying a word? She has that quality. It'll be good for me during the birth, because I tend to be high strung (I know this comes as a complete shock to most of you). I'm really excited about having a midwife this time. So far she's on board with all of our preferences (inducing but otherwise a natural birth, leaving the hospital after 12 hours if the baby and I are both fine, etc.). I told BJ that I just don't want to spend the whole pregnancy fighting, and it doesn't look like I'll have to, which is a big relief.
We're donating the baby's umbilical cord blood for Huntington's disease research (and if you're pregnant or thinking about becoming pregnant, by all means e-mail me and I will give you more information about it). We did this with Claire's too. Mary Grace was born too quickly, and we ended up leaving the collection kit in the car (I was HUGELY disappointed).
BJ took my car yesterday and I took his, because he had the kids. I had left the paperwork for the donation in my car, though, so it wasn't where I was. After I picked the kids up from school I ran it back down to the midwife's office (ALLLLL the way across town near the hospital). I could've waited, I mean, we have 5 months, but I didn't want to lose it in the 8 weeks between now and when I see my midwife again (next time I'll see my backup OB).
So everything proceeded pretty normally, I went into my usual afternoon coma and the kids watched a movie. Then, just after dinner, Claire stuck a bead up her nose. I tried to get it out with a Q-tip, but I could barely see it and I was terribly afraid to push it in farther, so we went to the ER. She was freaking out at home, but calmed down enough to fall asleep in the car (told you it was allllll the way across town). Sleep was exactly what she needed, though, because as we were standing at the desk talking to the admitting nurses, I saw a bit of the bead peeking out of her nostril. I held the other side of her nose and she blew and out it came - before we paid for the ER visit! HOORAY!! She must have relaxed and stopped crying long enough for the tissue swelling around the bead to go down.
Right after she blew it out I grabbed our insurance card off of the counter and said, "Quick, let's get out of here before they charge us!" Heee...
We managed to get the kids back home and to bed only a little bit later than usual.
That was our first ER visit since MG had rotavirus in February of 2007. Not bad for a family with small kids.
What have your kids stuck in their noses?