I'm still kind of feeling better. Though the nausea won't quite hit the road. I still have a few hours a day when I feel pretty horrible. But, a few hours a day is WAY better than ALL day, so I'll take it.
And I'm managing to distract myself from pregnancy woes by obsessing about other things – like how I'm going to actually bring this baby into the world. Even before I got pregnant, I started focusing on things about my last labor that didn't really sit well with me. There was the hellish drive to the hospital, the doctors who wouldn't allow me to do things that my MIA doctor had assured me would be ok, the nurses who couldn't get the IV in my arm, and the nurses whose idea of helping me breastfeed was to smoosh Spencer's face roughly on my boob. But, despite these unpleasantries, at the end of the experience, I was fine and had a healthy baby, so I shouldn't really complain – right?
Right. But, then I started noticing articles, documentaries, and books about non-hospital births. I started hearing about how hospitals and OBs often make decisions based on convenience and avoiding lawsuits instead of what's actually best for the mother. And I started to seriously consider a home birth.
My biggest hang up about the home birth is its perception. About what friends and family will say when I tell them what I'm planning. (Hi Mom!) And I understand why they will have the reaction they will – home birth is still perceived as being this hippy, crystal gazing, alternative voodoo. And unless you seek out the real statistics, you're going to assume that it's somehow less safe than being in a hospital surrounded by doctors and medical equipment.
But, I've done my research and am perfectly comfortable with the safety aspect of home birth. And for the first time, I'm EXCITED about birth instead of feeling a sense of anxiety. I met with a midwife this morning and really liked her, so I'm going to make the transition after my next OB appointment in a couple of weeks. YAY!