In the woods with wolves

I am so not liking my monthly visits to the midwife.

It's not that I don't like the midwives, it's just such a hassle, and uneventful and really just ends up seeming like a waste of time. It takes me about an hour to get to the midwife's clinic, and most of that is freeway driving which I hate. I guess since this is my third pregnancy it's all just not as exciting this time as I remember it being before. I use to look forward to each and every visit, all the changes and listening to the baby's heartbeat, but now, I'm just thinking about how far behind the visit is making me and all the rushed work I am going to have to do when I get back home before I can plop my weary bum in bed. Plus I hate the scale, I don't have one at home, because, I Hate The Scale! Oh and I usually have to bring all three boys with me, alone, and that is just not fun. The appointments are at the end of the day, because I can't leave until after hours with my daycare, so by the time I get to the clinic I am burnt out and tired and quite frankly grumpy mommy. The mean one. The one that's had enough and just wants to go to sleep. I'm sure the midwives probably think I could take the prize for meanest mom in the world. I wish I could just skip the rest of the appointments and see them when I'm pushing, that's really when I will need them anyways. I just don't feel like anyone bothering me during this pregnancy, I am almost ready to run away and have this baby alone in the woods with the wolves people.

Now that I have said that, my having a home birth doesn't sound nearly as bad, puts things in perspective! I am looking forward to that part. I hope I will be able to have a home birth, especially since I seriously can't go anywhere with my boys, they get into everything, a forty minute visit at the clinic seems like it takes hours, and I can't go by that clock when I am in labor, 12 hours is long enough with out making it seem like 24.