And although he is a very nice man, I still hate to go there.
I plan to have yet another home-birth, but because my midwife's rates have gone up, my husband's hours have gone down and I am covered for standard prenatal care but not that from a midwife, I am going to get my prenatal care from the OB and then have my midwife come in around the last month of my pregnancy.
The OB, whom I had seen for my last pregnancy, greeted me with, "So, you're at it again, are you?" I told him I really had thought that Dominic would be my last at age 43, and that this one was a bit of a surprise. He just shook his head...
He knows I will forgo the creepy genetic counseling talk (I had it only once--when I got pregnant for the first time at age 35), he know that he will most likely not deliver the baby unless there are complications, he knows that I do not want to discuss forms of birth control after the baby is born. That's another thing I dislike about his office: one is surrounded on all sides by options for birth-control. Out of the 10 pamphlets in a display in his examination room, two were on STDs and the other 8 on various contraceptive pharmaceuticals. How life-affirming is that? Did these guys become obstetricians just to do pap smears and tubal ligations?
Anyway, I have another appointment in a month, when I am at 20 weeks. I'll get an ultrasound then, and get to find out whether I am having another boy...or not. Una and I are counting on it being another boy. We gave up long ago in hoping for a girl!