Last week I took a trip to Southwest Virginia, in what may be my last solo trip for a while. I visited with family, met up with my (also pregnant) friend Amanda for lunch, helped with food preparations for an impromptu family reunion, attended a small baby shower in my honor and met up with my friend Gwen who graciously brought a ton (literally) of baby loot for us. Although I was overwhelmed and exhausted by the end of it all, I was very glad I went. I did, however, learn the importance of pacing yourself and what my limitations are, which will be incredibly helpful when the time comes to prepare for our Anniversary party in August. A big thanks goes out to my cousin, Alison, who helped me comprise a party menu that should be relatively easy to put together.
Also, this week I reconnected with a couple of old friends. I had dinner one evening with a college accquantance that lives in the area. She just happens to be pregnant also, and I think it’s been over ten years since we had seen each other. I also learned that a high school classmate of mine chose to have a homebirth with a midwife and have spent the last week picking her brain and swapping resources and information. Finding a kindred spirit about birthing is exhilirating, especially someone who gave serious thought to the process and made a concious decision to choose a path less traveled.
I’m anxiously awaiting my first appointment with the new practice next week and hoping that all goes well!