Just a bit of complaints for a minute. While I have been happy most of the time with my doctor's visits, I do wish things were a bit different. You don't make an appointment with a specific doctor here. You don't know who you are going to see until you show up for the appointment. And, there are several doctors in this practice. The biggest issue I have with this concerns the language barrier. The doctors that I haven't been as happy with didn't speak English as well. I just felt like my questions weren't answered fully. I had several questions this time, concerning both the c-section and some of the pain I've been having during exercise. The doctor gave me a pamphlet on c-sections and told me that everything was fine with the baby, so it was fine to continue exercising. I can keep exercising, but I really CAN'T because I am in a lot of pain every time. I realize that strenuous exercise is just OUT this pregnancy, but I'm even having a hard time walking. I also wanted to know very specific questions about a c-section that concerned how things are done at THIS hospital, not just a generic run-down of the procedure and recovery. I've already been reading about it online and in my pregnancy books. So, really none of my questions were answered. And, does this mean when my c-section is scheduled that I won't know who the doctor will be until I show up? I realize that if I was having things naturally, that is how it would work, but it does seem like there should be that advantage of scheduling things. Ok, so it isn't that I feel any of these doctors are incompetent, but it is difficult to feel comfortable when the language barrier keeps you in the dark.
I loved feeling Ashlyn move around before she was born, but THIS BABY is kind of rude. I was trying to take a nap yesterday, and he immediately started knocking up against the side of my belly on the couch. Like he was trying to tell me to "GET UP!" Then, when that didn't happen, I guess he thought that it was appropriate to turn somersaults and then stretch out and kick/hit both sides of my belly at once. Over and over. And, the bouncing on my bladder? I've had enough. I've actually felt a little bit nauseous a few times when he's moving. He'd better enjoy the movement while he can, because things are about to get very crowded in there.
Earlier in my pregnancy I was told they would schedule the section a week or two earlier than the due date. The doctor this week told me it would be at 37 or 38 weeks. Uh oh. I've also been really counting to the due date, thinking that I still have almost 4 months left in this pregnancy. But, to 37 weeks, I only have 3 MONTHS! I would have paid a lot of money with Ashlyn to give birth at 37 weeks. That would have been awesome. First of all, I've read that babies gain almost 1/2 pound a week during the last month. That means she would possibly have been two lbs lighter. 2 LBS! That would have made a huge difference in the delivery. This time, though, 37 weeks could very possibly mean that I would be in the hospital for Christmas. Not only would it just STINK hugely to be in the hospital on Christmas (and yes, I know that we could just pretend the day I came home was Christmas, which we would, but STILL) but this baby would have the worst birthdays ever for his entire childhood. When I was told a week or two early, I was thinking one week early only, just to push the baby's birthday as far from Christmas as possible. Hopefully, things will work out to at least no earlier than December 26th. Man, what a crappy birthday. Poor kid. We've ruined his life from conception.Ashlyn taking a shower. She used to just get in the shower with me and play at the end of the tub. Now, I guess she likes how the water feels. She stays in for awhile after I get out.
I have been back and forth about whether or not I wanted to go back to work, but felt, for the most part, that I would LOVE it. Income! Adult conversation! Plus, I love teaching art. I miss it. I thought about it when school started here. I even bought Ashlyn new crayons, because you SHOULD have new crayons at the beginning of a school year. She promptly tore the labels off several crayons. I just miss it. Ashlyn also loves going to day care. She only goes for a few hours at a time, a couple of days a week, but she will talk about her friends there. She basically refers to daycare as "playing with Ashley and Sidney." I figured that it wouldn't be too big of a switch for her to start going full time if I started working. Then, on Friday, Ashlyn FREAKED out when I went to drop her off. She tried pushing me back out the door, screaming "no play Ashley, Sidney, no NO!" I have no idea what the problem was, especially since she usually doesn't even want to leave when I come to pick her up. But, it broke my heart, and I decided that I could clean the house another time, try during her nap and later that night. Then, we got home, and she told me that she didn't want to go in our house, either. I was quite irritated, since I had just left post. If she was going to be whiney all day, I could have let the people I was paying deal with it. But, it just made me think that I might not be quite ready to return to work, anyway. (And, of course, I realize that I'm having a baby soon, so I wouldn't want to work then.)
Ashlyn, running after Sam at play group
Ashlyn, with Ashley and Victoria