Today I’m heading out to go see a midwife at a birthing center.
Can I be honest?
Before all of this with the twins and the hospital happened, I used to ADORE being at the doctor while pregnant. I loved having as many appointments as I could. Loved it all.
Maybe not the vaginal exams. But most everything else.
The moment that stick turned pink I’d be calling and setting an appointment asap.
I don’t even want to go. I just want to be left alone. I don’t want to be poked, prodded, scrutinized, nothing. If I could, I’d go in at 20 weeks for that one ultrasound and then have my baby alone in a field with Sam. Maybe with a bed. Grass can be poky.