So, Michael and I went to our first childbirth class last night. Our instuctor (Kim) was surprised that all the coaches (for the pregger ladies) were male. She usually doesn't have a whole class with 100% male coaches (okay, that sounds wrong. What I'm trying to say is that often there is at least one female coach in the bunch).
There's another couple in there that are having twins. Unlike us, they are patient and all ... they haven't (or won't, it seems) find out what the babies' genders are until they pop out. Wow. I know that I couldn't handle it. That was one thing that I wanted to know right away. Michael, too. (No wonder we're together. ^_^)
Last weekend, Michael had his FE test (Fundamentals of Engineering -- if he passes, which it sounds like he will, he'll be an EIT --Engineer-in-Training -- and that much closer to being a PE -- Practicing Engineer. *sigh* SO many acronyms. I think there are lots more acronyms in Engineering than there are in Education [my major]), so (back to my point) I barely saw him Saturday. Then Sunday was spent being busy in the Library at church (since I was the only librarian there -- C was out of town and R has cancer, poor gal), then racing over to the in-laws' ward for Teresa's homecoming, then dinner with the family ... yeah.
So, in short, it feels like I haven't had ANY time with my man. Which is depressing. Tres depressing.
The gal I was sitting next to at class yesterday asked how my pregnancy had gone, thus far, since I have twins inside me. I have to confess, it's not bad at all. I mean, weeks 6-17 were kinda gross (morning sickness) ... but I did drop 8 pounds, which was kinda nice. The only complaints that I really have is that my pelvis frickin' HURTS (turning over in bed ... one word - OUCH) and that I sometimes forget how huge my belly is ... so I accidentally ram it into the sink or the counter or start to close a door on it ... I never said I was graceful, you know.
But it is depressing being a high-risk pregnancy. Knowing that the babies are going to come early most likely. I just hope that they incubate long enough to have healthy lungs and all. I don't want to have to go to the NICU. I want to be able to take them home. TOGETHER. And to be free to hold them as much as I want and to have those freedoms that most moms get to take for granted.
I mean, it sucks, because I can't just go to any OB and be like, "Deliver my babies. 'Cause you're a lot nicer than the juice-Nazi that I have for my OB." *sigh* Not that my OB is terrible ... but she isn't always the nicest gal. She's a total stickler for weight. To the point that, not asking me first what my eating habits are, she tells me, "You only need ONE glass of juice per day."
Well, knock me over with a feather! I was shocked at her presumption! Grrr. However, when I take my friend (and "adopted" sis), Bri, with me (instead of Michael) to the appointments with her, she's a whole lot nicer. WEIRD.
Michael thinks that she may be so ... snarky ... because we're LDS and a lot of people think that LDS men treat their women badly. I don't know where they get this idea. I s'pose it's just some bad apples spoiling the barrel or something. ...Still. I mean, really, you guys, quit making life terrible for the rest of us! Grrr. And you'd think that if she were treating us badly because of some misconception about our marriage dynamic, that she'd be extra sweet to me, at least.
So, no, I don't totally give Michael's theory (and Bri's theory as well, since she brought it up, too) a whole lot of weight. I just think that I have to be all business-y with her and TELL her that no, I DON'T drink inordinate amounts of juice daily, thankyouverymuchPUNK! and that I DO want answers and some semblance of control about my pregnancy, that I DON'T like feeling that people are playing God with my body, etc., etc., etc.
So, there's my rant. I mean, the last visit that I had with my OB was better (Bri's being there helped, since Michael couldn't make it -- work). However, it could have been the death-glare that Bri was shooting her (the glare that meant "You make my sis cry and I will kill you."). Hee hee. Yes, I have great friends. Very great ones.
I do want to be through this pregnancy at times. Not that I don't enjoy it (well, Baby B (our girl)'s trying to come out of my ribs ... that's painful. And happening right NOW.) ... I just want to know how I'm going to deliver (Please, let me get by without a C-section!) and if the kiddos are healthy ... and I am a bit curious how they look. (Judging by the Ultrasounds, they have ADORABLE profiles ... must take after their daddy on that.) So, yeah.
Okay. I'm closing up!