15 w, 2 d

I had my prenatal today; the second prenatal for this baby.

My weight was good (gained 1.5 lbs), but while I was testing for sugar and proteins, John figured out how to flush one of the toilets and stuck his hands it in. AAAH!!!! We then spent a few minutes figuring out how to get John's hands really really clean, although I still freaked out when I saw him licking his fingers in the backseat of the car on the drive home.

Dan and I plan to get an ultrasound done, but I'm in the habit of saying no to every test offered me. Additionally, on our initial "sign up" form, I was asked what preferences I had for care and wrote that I regard the baby as a human being from conception and would not consider killing it, so to please treat it that way, too. Thus, when the midwife said, "You don't want any testing, do you?" I answered "No" without thinking about the 20-week U/S.

BTW - a number of acquaintances have used their 20-week ultrasounds to save life rather than kill it, so I'm not opposed to it. One girl was found to have only three heart chambers, so her mom decided to deliver at the region's best children's hospital so that she could have immediate heart surgery. Another friend who waived all prenatal testing didn't find out about her son's missing heart chamber until it had caused secondary damage around one year of age and after numerous painful tests for all sorts of other ailments... Yeah, it is anecdotal, but I know these people (wives of grad students at the University, though both children were born pre-U), which makes it powerful for me.

So I guess I'll be calling them to get that prescription. I'll be twenty weeks at my next appointment!