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Oh, the fun never ends ...

While I have managed to stay on my feet lately, I've earned yet another black mark against my "pregnant mom" record. You see, I came down with a cold yesterday, and it's the first one that I've ever faced without medicating to the hilt and my beloved echinacea throat lozenges. I've been nursing it with naps, vitamin C tablets, Tylenol, and lots of chicken soup. The little sprog seems to really like afternoon naps because during the one I had yesterday, it was quite excitedly wiggling away.

Hmm ...

I read an article in the Toronto Star this week about how fewer and fewer ob/gyns are including deliveries in the services they provide. The perspective that the article takes is that it's the amount of on-call hours and the threat of malpractice suits that scares them off. On the plus side, this trend has raised the profile of midwifes in the province, which I'd have to say is a step in the right direction.

I would have loved to be attended by a midwife for prenatal and delivery, and I think that it would be a less stressful experience for myself and the little baby that I'm harbouring. I'll be in a hospital with either my doctor (who has a family practice as well as doing obstetrical duty) or the doctor on call doing the catching. My doctor seems alright, even if I am wary of the hospital environment. But I understand that for some families, a hospital birth with an obstetrician its the right choice, or the medically necessary choice, and I worry about that option disappearing because midwives aren't in the financial reality of all couples.

Topsy-Turvy

I'm embarrassed to admit this because things like this aren't supposed to happen to women who are cautious during their pregnancies, but I slipped down a few stairs on Saturday. I was leaving my pre-natal yoga class on Saturday, and the studio is on the second floor of a walk-up. The carpets were in the process of being cleaned, and there was a little bit of water on the rubber stairs that I didn't see. Landed on my bottom, which is now sporting a few bruises. I'm kind of upset that I didn’t anticipate the hazard, take care to pay attention to things like that … the little sprog didn't seem to notice much (probably just grateful that yoga was over and no more being turned upside down and tossed about), but that still doesn’t vanquish the "oh my goodness, I'm not co-ordinated/careful/observant/conservative enough to be a mum!" thoughts in my head.

Evidence that I'm not ignoring my unborn child

Yay me! Last night I sent off ten emails to all of the registered doulas in the Calgary area. My note was quite brief, just asking if they were accepting new clients for the time period in which our little sprog is expected to arrive, and if not, if they knew of a colleague they could recommend to us. Ideally, I'm hoping that four or five have the end of June/beginning of July open; that sounds like a good number to try to meet with in person.

Perils of Being a Captive Market

This weekend Chris and I stepped into e-Children to test-drive yet another model of baby stroller. I'm not sure if the handle was a proper height for Chris, but the air-filled tired (albeit flat on the floor model, so the steering was wonky) were kind of cool. What wasn't cool was that as the two of us were checking out another model of stroller, a sales person ventures within earshot with another couple, saying loudly, "Why yes, we have that model, it's over here," then seeing us, " - where that other couple is looking at it!" Well, I wasn't sure what to do. I didn't think that it was proper of the salesperson at the baby store to call us out like that. But I also didn't like the uncomfortable feeling of being in the way. I quickly relinquished the stroller and moved on, but it left a negative feeling in my chest. Why did the salesperson not quietly re-direct her customers and let Chris and I continue our shopping in peace? Did we look less likely to drop several hundred dollars on a stroller than her customers? We half-heartedly peeked at cribs, but our little sprog is still bedless. I just figure that if a crib is going to cost $600 or more, the mattress platform should be constructed more solidly than one of those webbed lawn chairs …

Book Review: Bun in the Oven

The first pregnancy-related book that I bought was called "Bun in the Oven" by Kaz Cook. It's known as "Up the Duff" in the author's native Australia, and I find that title much more clever, though I suppose it might be just as cliché :) I bought this book because I was about seven weeks along and deathly curious about what on earth was going on inside my body (why was I so tired? Why did I feel nauseous for most of the day?) and also too chicken to buy a serious book like something from Dr. Sears or the traditional What to Expect. So, humour won out, and I bought Bun in the Oven.

It is a fun read, and a good starter book. I imagine that the humourous approach would appeal to fans of A Girlfriend's Guide to Pregnancy. There's a chapter for each week of pregnancy that outlines what's going on in the world of fetal development, and then launches into a discussion of nutrition, fitness, hormones, genetic testing, wardrobe needs, or other topical issues that women would have to deal with around that time-frame. Sometimes the topics occurred before or after they were relevant to me, but some people experience the same thing a few weeks earlier or later than others may, right?

This book isn't really one that will hold an expectant mum with a curious mind for the entire forty weeks, though. By week twelve, I'd picked up a more serious and technical one to supplement, and after that I got smart and began to start borrowing the books I wanted from the library (no offense to Amazon, though). But funny and light-hearted was exactly what I needed when I bought this book!

Is this an omen?

Last night, I had the first dream about the baby that I can recall. The baby (I think that it was a girl in the dream, but I remember struggling to remember what we'd named it) was about the size of a new kitten and had the amazing ability to cling to my shoulder like a little marsupial. I remember giving it a bath - dunking it in a sinkful of soapy water and scrubbing it like a saucepan, mind you. Dreams are weird. But me and the little sprog got along great :)

Wanted

Ack! I had planned on emailing a handful of the certified doulas in our area (okay, there are only a handful of them) this week to try to set up interviews, but between studying for the CFA exam and comparison shopping treadmills (goal is to be wearing my normal clothing by Christmas!), my evenings have been a little busy thus far.

While I wasn't wholly successful at convincing Chris that I would be much happier delivering with a midwife at a birth centre (because I don't like doctors or the idea of a hospital), I did manage to lobby for having a doula present. I like my doctor well enough, I guess. Based on our conversations, he doesn't seem to be the type to push drugs at me as soon as I check into the hospital, but I still worry that my delivery experience will be an endless stream of orders from doctors and nurses telling me what to do, and giving me no choice in the matter. No input into educated decision-making. I don't know if I'd be able to stand up for myself and ask "why are you doing that?" because frankly, I have not been in that situation before. So, I did manage to get Chris on board with the idea of having a doula attend. I figure that it would only be a good thing to have someone at the delivery who will have a better idea about what's going on than we do to support us.

There's some good resources over at Doulas of North America - right now I'm bookmarking the section on Questions to Ask a Doula as it seems most applicable to the hiring phase. I think that the hardest question to ask would be the one about the fees - labour support is something hard to put a price on, I imagine!

I'm being attacked!!!

I am "officially" twenty-one weeks today, and the little sprog must be growing like a weed! On Thursday night, while engrossed in another episode of Survior All-Stars, I received my first noticable little "tap" from the baby. It was very cool, and of course, very weird. I first started feeling some faint movement at nineteen weeks, but it was more like a gentle brushing up against the side of my uterus. The tapping (hands? feet?) is very new, and thus, a novelty.

Signs of Intelligent Life

Tuesday night I stayed up Tueday (I know, not the smartest thing for a gal whose body is working overtime) to watch short documentary on CBC about how fairly young babies are often able to communicate using a form of sign language well before they have the motor skills to form words vocally. I've seen this book on the shelves at Chapters before, and must admit that it's piqued my interest. The little baby girl in the documentary apparently enjoyed signing for a diaper change - how can that be a bad thing, I ask you? My lovely husband Chris is a bit of a skeptic, but we'll see …