Kicking away

Things are always easier to say than do.

Despite the fact that circumstances led me to a c-section with Anne Marie, when it comes to birthing and medicine in general, I'm a natural-type of girl. Despite the fact that I was on numerous make-you-feel-icky anti-seizure drugs and large amounts of pitocin, I sat in the dang hospital for almost two whole days, most of it in labor, with no pain medication before the c-section. Honestly, when I concentrated really hard, labor was actually more exhausting than painful. When I didn't concentrate, it was pretty much unbearable.

I really hate drugs and unnecessary tests. We didn't to the Down Syndrome test with Anne Marie and we won't with this baby either (Honestly, there isn't a lot we could do to prepare anyway, so why know ahead of time?). And, I've always said I wouldn't want any extra or unneccesary ultrasounds. I thought one at the beginning and one in the middle was enough to make sure things were OK. Why interrupt Bean in his/her peaceful little womb?

Maybe I'm a bit too preachy and hasty.

On Tuesday, Matt, Anne Marie and I went down to IF for my doctor's appointment. Everything looked fine, but, as the PA suspected, we couldn't hear the heartbeat yet. With a glint in her eye and a little smile, she said, "Why don't we take a peak and see him/her?"

There was no need for an ultrasound, really. Bean was likely fine, and if not, nothing can really be done at this stage. I wasn't worried, but I wanted to see the little legume.

So we went into the ultrasound room and saw Bean, who was really freaking out! Anne Marie really wasn't a mover (in or out of the womb), but this little frijole knows how to groove. I saw Bean fly from one end of the womb to the other, little leg-stubs kicking like crazy.

In the end, I was so glad to see him/her, and although next visit we'll probably skip the ultrasound, maybe I'll be a little bit less preachy the next time someone asks me if I'm going to 'have that test,' or 'do that procedure.'