Three Tomatoes and Hippie Stuff

I have reached a new milestone in this exciting life of mine: Midwife appointments every two weeks, instead of once a month!

Who would have thought that going to “the doctor” would be so much fun? After all, I am the freak that cries every time I get my blood drawn. (Seriously, I could probably break my leg without shedding a tear, but bust out a needle and I will turn into a 2 year old.)

Speaking of the wonder of midwifery, did you know that I DIDN’T cry at my last appointment when I had my blood drawn? If you were wondering about modern day miracles, there you have it. I’m pretty sure it was a fluke (I didn’t have time to build it up in my messed up mind), so I felt better about crossing it off my Bucket List, than I did about conquering a personal demon. (Not conquered.)

So, the appointment was fabulous and my little fetus friend is on schedule and perfect! They call baby “The Surprise” and it makes me feel all warm inside.

At the appointment, my midwife/OB-GYN, Nichelle, asked me if I wanted to have the Gestational Diabetes test. She didn’t command, she didn’t act like she knew everything, and she answered all of my questions about risks, symptoms, and consequences, so that I could decide. Holy informed consent! I have to admit, it was difficult to answer the question, as my two brain hemispheres were suddenly engaged in WWW III over this newfound responsibility (and freedom).

(Let’s face it, it’s a lot easier to have a doctor tell you exactly what to do about every little thing.)

We three tomatoes.  (From our garden)

On the way out, I asked Mary, my other midwife, if I could take a look inside the birth suite, as I hadn’t done so since February. As I walked into the suite, I was overcome with emotion.

This is the place where I will become a mother and where I will meet another soul. This is the place where our family will become three.

I try to remember that birth is hard and painful, but it isn’t something to be feared.  It will be the most amazing event in my life. I pray that I can be prepared, empowered, and confident in the perfect body that Heavenly Father gave to me.

(Thank you, Mom, for supporting me in all of my decisions.  That's what best friends are for.)