Do you know what being 11 weeks pregnant means? It means my first trimester is almost over, which ideally means so is my nausea and vomiting! When shall I dare to skip a dose of Diclectin to find out? Just you wait and see! You can all place your bets on whether or not I vomit, and if I pee at the same time or not.
At the end of week 10 I had my first ObGyn appointment. I know I mentioned earlier that I would really like to deliver at a birthing centre with a midwife, and I had already added my name to as many waiting lists as possible. Well, after seeing my OBGyn, the same I had with Cub, I realized that maybe I didn’t want a midwife after all! I had an extremely positive hospital experience with Cub, and I can’t know if I’ll love my potential midwife as much as I adore Dr. B! As far as I know, she is one of, if not THE only ObGyn on the island of Montreal who attends every single one of her patient’s births. Most doctors work on rotations, so if it’s your night off and one of your patients is in labour, your colleague delivers for you.
I didn’t expect to get a call from a birthing centre so soon: I figured I’d be a lot further along than 11 weeks… but the call came today! So I have to make up my mind, and fast.
Drumroll please… I’m going to call the birthing centre tomorrow to confirm my first midwife appointment! I am so excited for this totally new (and I’m sure totally positive) prenatal care experience.
So that’s one of the changes that’s come about during my eleventh week of pregnancy (baby is a brussel sprout right now, which explains the gas). The second is that I’ve decided I need to go back to working outside of the home once per week for the duration of the pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong: working exclusively from home is awesome. I’ve been doing it since September, 2014…. but my husband and I both started to realize that despite all of the benefits, the con is that I don’t get out of the house. Ever. And I am way too comfortable with that. I am not agoraphobic, but one of my generalized anxiety and OCD symptoms is to avoid social situations. And while I’m doing fine in terms of my mental health, I need to keep practicing being around people. (Not just virtual people, though I do love you all!) I am not the most socially graceful person, to be honest, and I suspect that if I continue a life working 100% from home, my social graces will shrink to the point of ogre-like.
I will be going back to private tutoring at the school where I was once a teacher, just once a week. I am really looking forward to seeing all my colleagues again, and getting to go downtown!
And, just for posterity, let the record show that week 11 was the week I battled the stomach flu. It was gross.
Did you deliver with an ObGyn or a midwife?
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