The craziness that is the health system...

I called my doctor's office to find out their last OB left the clinic and I need to find a new doctor in a new clinic, with new nurses, and new routines/policies. Great. I revisited my desire to have a midwife, but was dissapointed to find out I couldn't afford one out of pocket. So I find a new doctor, get an early ultrasound and go to my first prenatal appt. I feel like my doctor is good, but I'm still anxious about starting all over. Adam would say the appointment was like an interrogation and I was 'testing' her. In a way, I was. Since having Natalie, I became educated about pregnancy, labor, birth, and I wanted a doctor who was 'on my side' through it all. I still wanted a home birth and it was by chance that someone mentioned to me a midwife in Madison that takes my insurance with a low out-of-pocket cost, one that I could afford! I brought the idea back up to Adam and he agreed to give it a shot. At this point I am elated, on cloud 9! We meet the midwife and Adam is actually comfortable with the whole idea and we decide to hire Debbie to be our midwife!

No way...

It's about 2:00 pm on a Tuesday sometime in mid-October. Something hasn't "felt right" lately and I decide to take a pregnancy test. I fully expect a negative result, but take it anyway. It was positive...positive...that means I am having a baby! All I remember thinking is "no way, no way!" I call Adam and tell him, because he won't be home until after I'm asleep. He seems excited, so it gets me excited. I figure it's really early in the pregnancy so we wait to tell anyone until we know more. A early ultrasound confirms the pregnancy and the early age so we decide to wait until it becomes 'noticeable'. That proved harder than I originally thought...