I had my 6-month check-up last Wednesday. It included an ultrasound since Minicorn was
being hella ratchet moving too much for them to get accurate measurements of the heart, kidneys, and spine. This time, when we saw her, she was in the most hilariously ignorant baby yoga pretzel position. I almost died. True story.
\O/ <— for those fluent in emoticon language, something like that, but instead of arms, those were her legs. I just.
Anyhoo, everything measured great. I have also FINALLY started gaining weight. I gained about 5 pounds from last month’s appointment, but I was so far in the negative before that I’m still not sure how much I’ve actually gained. I’m going to go with 5 at this point and call it a day. It seems like it’s all going to the belly
and that ass.
Saturday, we had the hospital tour. *Borat voice* VERY NICE!! Views in every room, modern style, iPod stereo docks, huge bathrooms with tubs/showers for hydrotherapy, breast pumps in the bathroom (if you were to need one that early), birthing balls, all doctor equipment in the room so the baby never leaves. We passed by the nursery, which is set up for about 6 babies and it was empty besides staff. So they are serious about baby rooming in, which I love.
I realized that as excited as I am getting, I have still been a bit detached; not letting myself truly feel everything. Defense mechanisms still at work this late in the game. But I felt….almost overwhelmed being in the rooms, picturing us there in a few months. Crazy!
I had been stressing out about daycare because I can’t find any good part-time options (my mom will watch her twice a week when she works from home) that aren’t more than $200 a week. It looks like I’m going to have to find a good individual/nanny or *gasp* an in-home daycare which I realllyyyyy don’t want. We’ll see. It will work out. It will work out.
Other than that, I’ve just been reading as much as I can on breastfeeding and natural birth. The midwife tried to push us into signing up for Bradley courses, but I really don’t want to take any courses. I can learn and take in what I need to on my own (and send Crabby stuff he needs to know and prepare for). Everyone talks about the benefits of the camaraderie and etc. but those people don’t realize that Crabby and I aren’t those kind of people. We are hermit crabs. We are not sparkly shiny new group icebreaker people. So, I will continue on with the independent research. I’m actually not afraid of labor at all which I always read is a big thing to overcome. Fear causes tension, tension causes more pain. I am afraid of stuff not going “right”, whatever that means. It will work out.
The most pressing concern is returning to work after Minicorn and keeping up a milk supply, so I am reading everything I can get my hands on concerning that. If you would like to share your experience or know someone who went through this, holla at me please!
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