Part 3: "Boring Pregnancies"

During Zachary's pregnancy, I was labeled as having "boring pregnancies".  I was told that I could go and see a midwife through my pregnancy .. so I did.  I had great experiences with the midwives at Kaiser in Fremont, so when Wesley's company switched to Kaiser in January of this year, I knew I would see a midwife here at the Roseville Clinic.

I  met my midwife at my 8 week appointment.  Her name was Judith Nichols and she was touchy/feely, and a total "tree hugger".  I loved her right away. 

I held my breath through the first ultrasound.  I was still worried that something was going to be wrong .. no baby .. no heartbeat .. all kinds of things were running through my head.  I held Wesley's hand as we starred at the screen together.  And then, there it was.  There she was.  My baby.  A little peanut of a baby, but a baby, with a strong heartbeat and everything looked great.  I was measuring 8 weeks and my due date looked to be October 29th.  My Mom's Birthday!  I couldn't stop smiling.

3 weeks later, I was scheduled for a regular OB/GYN appointment/check up.  I was 11 weeks along and feeling great.  After the 8 week mark, I felt like a new person - no nauseousness, more energy, no complaints.  My midwife got out that little heartbeat monitor and she moved it around and around my belly in search of something .. anything.  She found nothing.  I tried not to panic.  Wesley was in San Jose for 2 days of training.  My mom was here, but I had the car .. and I couldn't call her .. she would freak out .. then I would freak out.  I just kept trying to breath.  My midwife said she would have to do an ultrasound.

As she brought the ultrasound machine in, I felt at peace before she even put the "goo" on me. I knew everything would be okay. And it was. There was the baby, moving around with a perfect heartbeat.

I guess there is nothing boring about a pregnancy after all.