I told the new doctor about the hell that was my last experience and he shook his head. We chatted about what I wanted this time around re: my birth experience and the dude even gave me a list of Doulas and midwives which is soooo not normal (at least in my experience). I can't even begin to explain how opposite my new doctor is to my old one. So much that we hugged. Twice. I even showed him a copy of my book and gave him my blog address.
Then we held hands and went dancing across the plains.
Baby's three inches long and moving around like a crazy MOFO up in my piece. My due-date was pushed up to October 12th and the doctor thought he maybe saw a penis but it looked like a giant clitoris to me.
Anyway, regardless of whether or not the baby turns out to be a boy or a girl (or a monkey-squirrel) I already want to kiss it all over its lemon-sized body. This pregnancy is suddenly very exciting to me. A good doctor really does make all the difference.
Good doctor + Good pair of maternity jeans = Good times.