Did you know there's such a thing as a "mean midwife"? There is, at least in the practice I go to. She might not be mean exactly but her bedside manner leaves me tinged with frostbite. Each appointment I rotate through a different midwife, I guess in part to get us familiar with all of them, should they be the one on call when The Event occurs. Anyway, the first time I met her she did the joyous internal exam and was extremely annoyed that her little speculum and swab maneuvers resulted in some shedding of my blood and told me all annoyed style "Oh just get up, there's no point with all this blood". My cervix and I humbly beg your pardon.
This week (lord, I am now forced to go once a week as The Event approaches) what was my crime? Well diary, the baby is in breech position. And lo, this did not please her. She had to pull out the ultrasound and sigh heavily and give me my options -which are limited. Acupuncture,a visit to a chiropractor (I'm assuming the world is split into 2 camps - those who "do" chiropractor and those who don't and I guess I'm just a don't)or some kind of extremely uncomfortable sounding external movement thing. Or - the last thing I want - a C-Section. A little research on the internet brought up some other options, such as stuffing headphones down my pants so the baby will move towards the sound. Yes, I did this. No, I will not forget and pass over my headphones so you can hear this really great song...
It turns out my iron is a little low too so then I was in even bigger trouble...we'll see if I get back in their good graces by the next appointment. Um, and I'd really really like the baby to figure out it should be floating the other way, too.
Okay, good things: I am cooking a gingerbread loaf for the last day of classes tomorrow and it smells delicious in here and our Christmas tree is all glowy and pretty and a neighbor stopped by last night to tell us he liked our porch decorating and light efforts. A cold wind blows but I'm in flannel pyjamas. A video store in town is shutting down next month and selling all it's stock (damn me and my Netflix) so we scooped up first seasons of The Muppets and Pee-Wee's Playhouse and my favourite - an After School Special boxset for mere pennies. So much for raising a TV free kid one-day. And it bears repeating - Last Week of Classes!