Check. Check. Check. And, check.
I don’t normally take the time to post two days in a row, but today was pretty fun and I wanted to share just a few bits of it. Frankie made an appearance during our ultrasound visit and was very cooperative with the doctor and technician so we got to see all the goods – except the ones we didn’t want to see!
He/she has all the standard parts, which was great news. He/she was moving around and showing off too. We were fascinated to see the way his/her skeletal little frame moved and operated of its own accord. Honestly, as my friend Jess was just saying to me this weekend, people think that as a woman you should be more prepared for the feelings that come with pregnancy – but my thought the whole time was “Holy shit! That thing is inside me!”
We had one revealing moment where the baby put it’s hand against the wall of my uterus, so we could see its whole bone structure and there was no doubt that the hand was Rick’s. He has engineer hands – square and straight across the fingers. I have very differently shaped hands, and the hands we saw looked nothing like mine. I smiled a bit, thinking of the saying “never marry a man unless you would like to have a son (or daughter) just like him.” I was happy to see Rick’s hands come through loud and clear. Hopefully Baby Frankie will take on some of his other qualities too.
We also had a chance to finally see the birthing units at the hospital we are probably going to use. I had to say that I was not particularly excited. The nurses were awesome and so helpful and friendly, but the bottom line is that I hate the feel of hospitals and this was hardly different, even though they try to make the rooms comfortable and cozy and do a lot to accommodate those who don’t want to feel like they are in a hospital. I like that there are jacuzzi baths, squat bars, birth balls, and all sorts of other helpful tools, but I don’t know… it’s not quite the birth experience I am envisioning in my head. I think for me, perhaps a lot of reading about home birth early on has shaped my judgments. There was not a lot of natural light, and all the machinery felt stifling. Birth seems like something that is so sacred and should happen in a place that feels comfortable and safe and peaceful. I think I will have to do a lot of mental gymnastics to feel that way about the birthing units at Rose – though they really are nice. While I think home birth is something I would love and may want at some point, I think for the first time around I might want to go a more traditional route. It’s hard to say and based on today’s visit I will have some real thinking to do on the matter.