Some people -- my husband included -- do not understand why I am ok with the idea of having this baby at home... And I can't necessarily explain it well enough for anyone to understand if they don't already "get" it... But, the idea of a home-birth first entered my consciousness quite a while ago... It was when I saw a movie called The Business of being Born... Since I had already given birth with the assistance of a midwife, I understood how wonderful it is to work with a midwife who fully supports my educated decisions instead of a doctor who thinks I couldn't possibly know enough to make choices for myself... After all, I had already put up with quite a prick of an OB/GYN in order to get the necessary fertility treatments in order to become pregnant in the first place... There was NO FREAKIN' WAY I wanted that man anywhere near me when it came time to deliver the baby [Boogie], so I was thrilled to have access to a wonderful staff of midwives in that same practice... I was even more happy when my labor and delivery were able to progress without medical intervention, which is near impossible if you're dealing with an OB/GYN... I am technically still with the same practice [midwives] right now, but I am seriously contemplating moving to a private midwifery practice which supports home-birthing... To be completely honest, I did not start off with a desire to do things so completely differently than the first time around... I fully intended to give birth to Gummy Bear at the same childbirth center and with the assistance of the same midwives... "Status quo" was fine by me... But, then came the swine flu... Now, I get so depressed every time I think about the fact that a hospital would not give Boogie the chance to be there when his baby brother or sister is born... Because of some stupid virus -- and the resulting hospital protocols -- my child could be robbed of this miracle which he still believes he will be witnessing?!? We have been planning on him being there from the moment we first discussed this baby with him... It was just a given that he would be there, and now there is next to no chance of that happening if we stick with the childbirth center at the hospital... I don't have the heart to tell him that he can't be there unless I am absolutely positive there is no way it can happen... I just can't... And to think that he would not even be allowed to come and visit me or the baby, either, just breaks my heart... When I spoke with one of the midwives at my appointment yesterday, she said that she fully supports home-birthing and that I am a perfect candidate, but that they do not attend home-births in that practice... I asked if she had any recommendations, and was nervous that she would not want to help me find her "replacement"... On the contrary! She was happy to help me, even if it meant that I would have to jump ship for a while... She recommended a specific local midwife, and it just so happened to be a midwife I already know -- since she used to be work for the practice to which I belong! I called that midwife and everything sounded perfect... She even remembered me, for goodness sake! Well, she said my "formal" name didn't sound too familiar but that she recalled someone with a nickname variant... When I explained that that was my nickname, she said, "Oh! It is you!" Man, that felt awesome... So, yeah... Now I have a reasonable plan that supports my birthing ideals/goals, a midwife who is willing and able to work with me to that end, and the knowledge that my insurance company already has an established relationship with her practice... All I NEED is to get my husband on board so that I don't have to sacrifice my ideal birth or my marriage in the coming months... ::sigh:: Later days...
Obviously, not my favorite person... And now, I am so pissed I can't stand it... At the end of the summer, Princess had requested some books from the library... They showed up after school had started, so I was no longer bringing her to the library on a weekly basis... But, I said we could use my mom's house as a place to transfer the books between us... The problem I am facing now, though, is that my mom lost one of the damn library books -- and denies that I ever even left it there... I am going to get ready soon so I can head over there and tear the place apart looking for it... Love that we will probably be fighting with exactly one week to go until Thanksgiving... Ugh... Not like it's anything too new, but I still hate dealing with this crap... Later days...
I'm thankful that the hospitals are trying to work in the best interests of all the newborn babies out there, but I pray that they lift these crazy limitations before I go into labor or I may just have to "accidentally" give birth at home so Boogie can see his baby brother or sister come into the world... http://www.setonhealth.org/news_events/news_detail.cfm?ID=14 ... At the very least, I'm glad Flower told me about this so it would not be a surprise when I got close to delivering... Ugh... Later days...
I am sooooo done messing around with Flickr today... I uploaded a shit-ton of old pictures... They are at http://www.flickr.com/photos/jewjewbee/sets/ if you want to check them out... You have to scroll down to the bottom of the sets to see most of what I uploaded today, though, since I am trying to keep things in chronological order... Or, I suppose you could just check out the photostream http://www.flickr.com/photos/jewjewbee/... Whatever works! Later days...
Boogie often says funny things, and I do my best to repeat them so I can (1) remember for my own amusement and (2) give other people a reason to laugh... So, without further ado, here are three of the best recent funnies:
Me: You have to eat all of your dinner or you won't get any Halloween candy. You know that!
Boogie: Yeah, I know. I'm not having candy tonight. But, I at least I know I can get candy on Thursdays!
Me: Why's that? (wondering if he thinks he'll get away with stuff when I am at work)
Boogie: Because I pound my mac 'n cheese!
[after hearing Clark make fun of me for the billionth time for having lost my wallet in both NYC and Las Vegas] "But, you're supposed to lost things there... It's called Lost Vegas!"
Boogie: [talking to my belly] "Goodnight baby! I love you! I hope you're a boy or a girl... And I hope you come out."
Me: Well, You're in luck! The baby will either be a boy or a girl AND the baby will come out some day!
Boogie: Good!
Yeah... I think my heart will probably explode the first time I see Boogie and the baby together... Don't know how I will be able to handle any more cuteness than I already do... Later days...
