I’m about 18 weeks pregnant, so I figured it was high time to see a doctor.  I would have loved to see a midwife, but as they’re not allowed to deliver babies in hospitals in this area (and there are no birthing centers), and Josh has a thing against homebirth (still), it’s doctor+hospital for us this time.  I was hoping we’d be in a different city with more birthing options, but none of those jobs worked out for Josh, so here we are.  I will be looking up doulas, though.  And giving birth in a brand new, pretty hospital with private rooms (but, alas, still no birthing tubs.)

The day before yesterday was my first prenatal appointment.  My last pregnancy in with this doctor was a Medicaid pregnancy, and I have to say, I like the insurance pregnancies a *whole* lot better.  Medicaid pregnancies have you visiting the health clinic, seeing health clinic nurses, until you are 36 weeks along.  Then you get to meet your doctor.  And, even better, the first few appointments are group appointments with 20 other pregnant women where they teach you pregnancy basics that anyone who’s ever picked up a pregnancy book would already know.  Like, please don’t smoke.  Or drink.  Or use the illegal drugs.  And “this is how your baby will be coming out of you.”

It was a bit demeaning, to say the least.

And the nurses weren’t the friendliest.  I actually had one tell me I should not have gotten pregnant so quickly after having my first (so quickly = 12 months later).  And then she proceeded to tell me how horrible her older sister was to her and how they never got along growing up.  Oh, really?  Thanks for your opinion, but shouldn’t medical professionals keep that kind of thing to themselves?  And even if it were medically unsafe, it’s kinda late to do anything about it now, dontcha think?

But insurance pregnancies are better.  I met with the doctor right away, all by my lonesome (well, Josh and the kids were there, too).  I was expecting to hear the heartbeat yesterday and was all excited about it.  And then they led me into a room WITH AN ULTRASOUND MACHINE.  The health clinic didn’t have any of THESE.  Yay.  So not only did we get to *hear* the heartbeat, we got to SEE it, too!

The baby is developing perfectly.  It measured 17 weeks, 3 days, which was just one day more than the doctor had guestimated using the oh-so-intricate counting-of-days method.  He could have told us the gender, but we were undecided as to whether we wanted to know (I wanted a surprise, Josh wanted to know), so the doctor refrained from checking.

He then scheduled ANOTHER ULTRASOUND for two weeks from now.  He explained that his practice was to do an initial ultrasound on the first visit, then one at 20 weeks.  For me, those are only two weeks apart.  So we have two weeks to come to an agreement as to whether we want to know the gender.  Should I cave and find out?

Other commonly asked questions:

How are you feeling? Not sick.  Yay.  I do get tired pretty easily.  But other than that, pretty normal!  The 2nd trimester is usually the best.

How’s the baby bump? It’s definitely there.  Sorry, no pictures.  Maybe I have one from Christmas break that I could show you, but I’d have to go through them all, and there’s just no time for that right now.  I’m not in maternity clothes yet.  I tried on a maternity shirt the other day and pretty much swam in it.  My jeans are getting snug in the waistband area, especially when I sit down, but the rubber-band trick relieves that pressure nicely.

Can you feel it move yet? Yep!  Starting at 16 weeks, I could feel it roll over, especially in the mornings when I was laying flat on my back.  I can feel little kicks from the inside, but have yet to be able to coax it to kick my hand, so Josh has yet to feel it.

Did I miss any FAQs?  I have to go now, Josh is attempting to clean the bedroom with two kids, who are screaming at each other for some silly reason.