so I am (roughly) in my 8th week of pregnancy, and have yet to have had my first OB appointment. I was waiting on insurance, and once that went through, I was super excited to make my first appointment with a midwife. So I made the appointment, and it was set for today. Well, there must have been a mix-up on google, because the place I made an appointment with was called "all kids" when we pulled up (not midwest midwifery)...but I thought, maybe it has a different name. So I gave it the benefit of the doubt. The doctor we saw made me realize within 2 minutes that this was nothing close to a midwife. He was a rude older gentleman that had no interest in my concerns, was dismissive, intimidating, he swore every 2-3 words, and he made me feel like I was in a prison. Uh, this was not what I had envisioned for my first appointment with a midwife. In fact, my doctors that I had last time (who I hadn't been satisfied with), put this guy to shame in the caring/niceness department! After a pap smear and about 6 tubes of blood work, I left a very unhappy camper. Thank God I was able to get some great references this afternoon and set up an appointment on thursday with an actual midwife group. And not only that, but I will have an ultrasound too so I'll be able to see little baby hernandez finally! On a separate note about today, I woke up with some craaazy morning sickness. I never threw up with Luca, and while I've been feeling fairly nauseous these past few weeks, it was nothing like today. About 30 minutes before our appointment I threw up 3 lovely times. really. lovely. For those who know me very very well, you know that I HATE throwing up. And yes, I realize it's not a fun time for anyone, but literally, my vision of what hell is, is puking. Soooo today kind of just wasn't very good at all (especially bc I was pretty much out for the count the rest of the day just feeling totally nauseous). BUT one good thing from this (and just the past few weeks)...is seeing what an amazing and supportive husband I have. He has cooked, cleaned, bought groceries, taken care of me, and done whatever he can to help me and make sure I'm ok. And saying thank you to him 30 times a day doesn't even come close to how thankful I actually am that he loves me so much. So what I'm hoping for in the next post is 1. a PICTURE of little baby hernandez, and 2. a WONDERFUL report of my amazing new doctors (pray please!)...hopefully we'll have a much happier post this weekend! :)
