No video this time, but an old fashioned typed out blog instead. I’ll start by making a correction to my last video. The doctor’s scale doesn’t lie, and I had actually only gained 25 pounds, not 30. Hey, I’m on track!
Prepared childbirth classes are going really well. The class instructor is a certified midwife as well as an RN and presents many different options for childbirth that have really opened my mind. I left last weeks class with my heart and mind open to the ancient wisdom programmed in my DNA, knowing that if I choose, I can (and might) opt for an all natural birth. I have already decided that I don’t want Pitocin, which many times results in fetal distress and a forced C-section. I don’t want people yelling at me to push when I’m not ready. I know my body will know what to do. I don’t want my birth to be a big medical event. I want it to be a beautiful experience with the medical resources there as a resource if I need them. Of course, the hospital policies will prevent me from considering things like a water birth, but I will do my best to make due with what’s given to me. Note that these are my intentions, and the last thing I’d do is preach to anyone else about what they should do. I believe that a woman should do what she wants!
So back to happier things! Last Thursday my mom came to town and I took two days off to supervise the carpet installation in the new house and be there for the movers on Friday. THANK GOODNESS my mom was here. Her and Sean really busted their tails and by Sunday afternoon, everything was put away, boxes were broken down, Milo’s crib was picked up (thank you, Alex) and setup with sheets and all, furniture was placed, art was hung, and mom’s dinner of delicious homemade lasagna was served. I feel like I’ve grown close to my mother, having a deep appreciation for her knowing that she is crazy tough for birthing and raising twins. My mom also brought her baby diary that my grandparents bought her to track our first moments. My mom wrote about the moments shared by my twin sister Jennifer and I, from first words, to loving my dad playing the guitar, and us learning to say “no” and “bad” with our fingers pointed at the most innocent of recipients. (Sorry, Grandma– you’re not bad, you’re good!)
I think it’s starting to settle. Holy smokes, I’m gonna be a parent!!! I definitely feel a change of responsibility already shifting. I’ve always been a nurturer, but this is different! I’ve had some really crazy vivid dreams lately that surely are meant to help me deal with a range of emotions in a completely safe manner. The changes happening physically and physiologically are very cool in a scientific sort of way. During the 3D sonogram on Saturday, I was able to peer at the face of my unborn Milo and see his little nose (surely from my dad’s side of the family) and his long legs and arms (surely a result of daddy’s genes.) I saw his pouty lips and his little chin. The most amazing thing, I think, is that Sean and I have created something so synergystically amazing that I find myself at a loss for words when trying to describe it. There are times when my emotions are up and down, and I thank the universe in kind for giving me a patient man who can tolerate me. There are times when I ponder how the heck I’m going to be able to stay balanced and be able to succeed in my career, be a great wife, and be the best mom and I can be, but I think I’ll figure it out. I know that I have the drive and the strength do make that happen and I have identified quite a few examples, from my old VP of Sales (a great mother and career woman), to the women in my family and Sean’s family, to my childhood friends– Anna and Kamrin. I am thankful that I don’t have to do this alone, and have found at tremendous amount of respect for all of the single mothers out there.
I’ll post tomorrow after my 31 week sonogram and be sure to include some of the 3D sonogram photos. (They’re on Facebook in the Milo Grey album if you haven’t seen them already.)
Much love,
Niki Nicole
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