We visited our midwife, Cheryl Gates, yesterday for a monthly check-up. Her apprentice was there to learn and help. The apprentice (Jon says that her name was Monica, I tend to forget names as soon as people say them) ran the appointment with Cheryl overseeing everything. Monica asked, "Do you know why we check (insert something to check here) ?" Honestly, I didn't know and my lack of knowledge is somewhat painful because I am used to pretending to be a smartie. I didn't know what the fundal height was. It is the estimated size of the uterus in centimeters and the centimeter amount should correspond with gestational weeks.
I'm glad to be with women that that the time to explain the importance of each aspect of the pregnancy and give me and Jon the time to ask questions. The conventional obgyn doctor, bless his stethoscope, gave us 15 minutes in our last appointment and basically used the doppler to hear the fetal heartrate, wiped my belly of doppler goo, and headed out. I feel much safer and much more informed with my midwife.
They poked my belly and could feel baby Harpo was laying sideways across my abdomen. After they were done I felt an definite punch, Harpo doesn't take crap from anyone.
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