Just a note: this is my favourite shirt… and I realize it’s not going to fit me much longer.
I had my first midwife appointment last Friday! Not surprisingly, my bizarre pregnancy dream about a pet monkey, all-you-can-eat fruit and veggies and Journey sing-along in the midwife’s office did not come true. Instead: my nightmare! I WAS LATE TO MY APPOINTMENT!
You see, I am a stickler for punctuality. In fact, I am often chronically early, causing receptionists to scour their appointment books in confusion upon my arrival. So when my midwife phoned me at 1:15 PM to ask where I was… well, I was at home in my pajamas watching Friday Night Lights, lounging about leisurely since I thought my appointment was at 2:30. My agenda and calendar both said 1 PM, all I know is that my pregnancy brain had me convinced that it was at 2:30.
If I had been late for my ObGyn… I doubt anyone would’ve noticed because half an hour late would just mean half an hour less of a wait for me. But my midwife’s office, my glorious midwife’s office runs on schedule! I gunned it to my appointment in a frenzy, initially showing up at the wrong address and finally blustering in the door to a calm and friendly receptionist, an uncrowded and cheerful waiting room equipped with a children’s play area and a midwife just a shade over twelve years old. But truly, she was lovely and adorable! She showed me that I get to weigh myself and test my own urine in a clean and bright bathroom with a change table and extra diapers and wipes and all the baby and mama accouterments. I had to learn to use the scale… I always wondered how those things worked!
There are three midwives at the office and I will get a chance to meet all three. Given my due date and their vacation schedule, it could be any one of them attending my birth. I’m sure the other two will be as delightful as the one I met at my first appointment.
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