a friend of mine (pregnant also) is having healthcare issues..basically, one doctor looked at another's ultrasound and was like "that guy's a quack."…thereby making my friend a bit nervous. i posted in her lj about it…. copying the post here:
"*that* is 'zactly why i'm doing it at home. i already equate hospitals and healh care people with getting sick, and on top of that not one doctor will admit to seeing something the same as another. ultrasound machines, by the way, are unregulated, so whatever sensitivity is used is at the discretion of the office…….which isnt very assuring here in mah corner of the world because they are also used to break up gallbladder stones, and yokels run the machines.
"last week, my midwife told me i was probably two weeks further along than she thought. then she thumped my belly like a watermelon to test my amniotic fluids. all is great :)
"ultimately, they can poke and prod all they like, but it comes down to you and intuition, you know? if you know you feel fine, and if you feel that baby is doing fine, then that is the most reassuring feeling you can have.
"i know it will all be good for you. in fact, i'm thinking of starting to print up t-shirts that say "i make pretty babies" on them and giving them to select peoples. you should have one :-D"
i've been getting disoriented in shops lately. yesterday (while mup painted the nursery..tee hee hee..) i went to the local ConglomoMart to get myself a new broom, and other various sundries (let the transportation jokes commence…my old broom was a jalopy, hardy har har) ..this was only supposed to take 15 minutes or so. i spent an hour or so just wandering around, got sucked into kitchen gadgets (i'm a sucker for stainless steel kitchen stuff), etc… an hour later i get back home. sometimes i feel like i'm losing it, like, i can *feel* my brain going ala HAL in 2001.
oh yeah, and at ConglomoMart some middle-aged purse-lipped woman was seemingly following me around the aisles, and when i would look at her she gave me dirty looks. i dont understand it, but i smiled and waved at her every time. muppet suggested that maybe she thought i was a teenage pregnancy, or that she was jealous that i was with child and happy (i smile a lot for no reason lately) about it. i think she just didnt know what smiling looked like and needed a couple of demos… or maybe she wishes that she had not seen her own pregnancies as maladies, like the doctors would have you believe…. a malady you deal with to have baby.
oh, and i think i'm going to start keeping a RL journal. i found that my old journal (had it for two years now, and it's still not a quarter full) is preventing me from writing in it consistently because a) it's got too much paper in it, and prevents me from flattening it out to write, and b) has no lines. you'd think iones wouldn't be such a big problem, but as i think on it more and more, all the journals i've kept in the past, kept regularly that is, all have lines. oh, and i needed a decent pen, fountain pens are great and feel nice, ball pens are smooth but lack fluidity…but my favorite writing utensil has always been the Pilot brand 'Precise V7' fines. they just feel good. so i got myself a blank journal (with lines) and a Pilot.
muppet's parents came to visit today, it's very interesting to me that people talk to my belly, rub it and tell it 'goodbye'. something struck me odd today with my mother-in-law…while sitting in the back of the car (going to eat) she was re-living her birth experiences to me (three children!) and ultimately said "you know, i wish that i had been conscious for at least one of them."
we had tremendously wonderful 'my parents just left' sex afterwards.
:)
