I had my 23-week midwife appointment last night, and everything appears to be going just fine. Bubs was really active while the m/w was trying to find the heartbeat, and kept kicking the Doppler when she pressed it on my abdomen. When she was finally able to get a reading, the h/b was about 150 bpm, which is in a nice, safe range.
I did get some good news… originally, I was under the impression that I was Rh-, which would require a shot after Bubs is born (if George is Rh+). Come to find out, it’s actually a problem with Rubella — it seems I don’t have immunity, so I’ll need to get a vax after the birth. I seem to recall my mother saying once that she had German measles while she was pregnant with me. Don’t know what that has to do with the price of tea in China, but it seems notable.
Bubs kicks if s/he can feel the seatbelt, the waistline on my jeans, even my bathrobe tie has elicited some serious pops when s/he feels infringed upon in there. Last night I tried sleeping on my side, and turned onto my stomach just a little… and the kid freaked out! It felt like s/he was using my uterus as a trampoline, bumping his head into my abdomen over and over again… I finally rolled over, and he settled down.
I’m supposed to have a glucose tolerance test (GTT) at 28 weeks. Supposedly the test will tell whether or not I have symptoms of gestational diabetes. I’ve read that these tests have a lot of false-positive results, leading to increased stress on the mother, as well as unnecessary interventions. I’m going to do some research and call my midwife again before I decide whether or not to take the test.
I thought I was having Braxton-Hicks contractions, but my midwife says that she thinks it’s just the baby laying across the front of my uterus. It’s a bit early to be experiencing BHs, usually around 30-32 weeks.
I must admit, I’m feeling much better about the idea of a hospital birth. I’m confident that my midwife is going to respect our wishes for a natural, unmedicated birth, with as minimal intervention from hospital staff as possible. I mentioned that when people ask who my OB is, I always say, “I don’t have an OB, I have a midwife,” which elicits a variety of interesting responses… everything from, “Oh! So you can’t have any drugs?” to “But then you can’t have your baby at the hospital!” to “Don’t let them talk you into eating the afterbirth” and various other comments. It’s a great opportunity to set people straight, and offer some insight… like, for example, that midwives have been delivering babies for thousands of years, whereas doctors have been doing it for about a hundred or so. Men never used to be allowed to witness births; I believe that a man once dressed in women’s clothing in order to to watch a birth, was discovered and subsequently burned at the stake. (From Sheila Kitzinger’s book, “Rediscovering Birth”)