Tuesday, September 20, 2005

just not that into me

A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I met with a potential doula recommended to us by the woman whose apartment we are subletting. We liked the doula a lot, but weren't 100% sure that we wanted to use a doula at all since with twins, there is a 50% chance that I will have to have a c-section and an almost 100% chance that I will have to have an epidural.

Anyway, when we said goodbye to the doula, she let us know that her schedule was filling up and that we should let her know in a week or so whether or not we wanted to work with her. I definitely did. My husband wasn't so certain (for the reasons mentioned above). So he and I talked about it for a few days, went to our first childbirth class, and ultimately decided that yes- we wanted to use her.

I called her last Monday (a day before the week deadline she gave us) and then tried to wait patiently for a return call. When I didn't hear back from her in a couple of days, I sent her an e-mail. Still nothing. She called last night to tell us that she's booked. She can't work with us. That after our meeting a couple of weeks ago, she had the impression that we weren't going to go with a doula after all.

I'm so disappointed. Probably more than I should be. She did give us the contact info of the two women she works with. And I do still have about 10 weeks until the twins' ETA. So there's still time to find a replacement. But I can't help but feel rejected. I've been pursuing this woman since late June and (perhaps I should have taken this as a sign) since late June, she has been slow to return my calls and e-mails, but when she finally does get around to calling me back, she's been so apologetic and nice.

And I fell for her. I really did. Though now I am second guessing myself thinking that it's not that her schedule is full, it's that she didn't love my husband and I. Doesn't care whether or not we have labor support at our birth. She'd rather have an uninterrupted Thanksgiving holiday than spend it giving me back rubs and reminding me to breathe.

I called and left a message for one of her cronies last night. Will wait exactly 3 days for a call back before I give up on their little enterprise and take my business somewhere else. The only question is: where?

Monday, September 12, 2005

stuck

Does anyone out there have a fool-proof way to remove a ring that's become lodged on a swollen finger?

Stupidly, I waited a couple of weeks too long to take off my wedding and engagement rings and now they are threatening to cut off all circulation to my left ring finger.

I've tried cold water and soap. I've tried twisting and I've tried pulling. I'm starting to think that the only thing that will work is cutting the rings off. (Though I have to be honest, I am not completely opposed to that idea. Am thinking it could mean an upgraded wedding band as a "labor day" present if I play my cards right.)

Anyway, hurry with your advice and suggestions. I figure I have a couple more days before my finger turns blue and falls off.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Baby A loves Haagen Dasz (just like his mommy)

I had an ultrasound yesterday. A full anatomical scan of both babies. In addition to seeing each of their 10 perfect fingers and toes, their 4 chamber hearts, their stomachs and gallbladders, kidneys, and umbilical cords, we also learned that Baby A can kick Baby B's ass.

Baby A measured a whopping 2 pounds 6 ounces. And despite the fact that I was only 26 weeks, 3 days at the scan, he looked as though he was a full week older than that. Quite mature for his age, that Baby A.

In the other corner, Baby B weighed in at (a not too shabby) 1 pound 15 ounces. His brother was kicking him in the head- laughing all the while (or so it appeared to us. His mouth was wide open and I swear it looked like he had a smile on his face.)

Both the doctor and the ultrasound technician assured us that both babies are within normal size limits for their gestational age- and that their organs and skeletons look good.

I'm just wondering if there's a way I can make an express delivery of McDonald's fries and a chocolate cone from Mr. Softie straight to little Baby B. I'd like him to have a fighting chance against his big brother.