Today Steve and I met with our midwife for the first time and are happy to report that she seems really great. It's actually a practice of 9 nurse midwives, so we'll be meeting a handful of them (if not all). But first impressions are important and so far, so good! Nothing felt rushed, they answered all of our questions, laughed at all of Steve's jokes and smiled patiently at my notebook full of medication information, questions and referral requests :)
But the absolute fun part of the appointment was hearing the baby's heartbeat! It took a minute or two (it felt like an hour, so I can't really be sure, maybe it was 30 seconds) to find, but then there it was. Smack dab in the middle just chuggin' away at 160-some beats per minute. It was an amazing thing to see on the screen a few weeks back, but there was something extra special about actually hearing the little "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
No more ultrasounds until the big gender scan in late February, but we'll get to hear that sweet little heartbeat at every monthly visit. So that's okay by me!
The only other change happening this way is INSOMNIA. Good. Gawd. As someone who has never had problems sleeping, this is quite the new phenomena. Each night somewhere between 3 and 5 am I'm up for at least 1-2 hours at a time. It would make more sense to me if I were awake worrying about impending parenthood, risks of pregnancy, psychological traumas we can unintentionally inflict on this child. But no. Here's a bit of mental commentary from last night:
"Man my nose is runny."
"Should I go eat those pierogies in the fridge?"
"Do I still remember the words from that song...(proceed to sing entire song in head)"
"Or maybe I'll go eat a bagel."
"Where is Bella?"
(sing song in head again)
"Those pierogies were really tasty."
Big, big stuff that's keeping me awake at night. Though now looking at this I'm wondering if I should keep food next to my bed. Maybe filling my belly would send me off to sleep faster.
Stomach, I accept your challenge.
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