Taking Le Plunge

Well, folks, we made a decision.

After much consideration, prayer and arithmetic, we have decided to hire Allison as our midwife. The NHS midwife we spoke to was really lovely and had a lot of great things to say (even though she wouldn't be the one to actually deliver or even be present at the birth), and we really were quite torn for a while, but there were just the few wee things that kept nagging away at us, which we weren't comfortable about. We're certain the NHS would've given Schmooker a safe entry into the world, but we just couldn't feel 100% certain it would be the best entry into the world. I know a lot of people will wonder why we are paying for a midwife when we could get one for free, but we feel it is the best decision for our family and that's just the way it is. I've said I don't intend to talk about it to many people - but here I am, posting it on the internet! I think I find the internet safer than, say, the workplace. Maybe because this little snippet of the internet is our territory (that we pay for! Gasp! We think money grows on trees!) and you can step onto our territory if you dare, but if you bother us, we reserve the right to shoot. (At least we would if this were America.)

Anyway, that probably sounds totally unnecessarily defensive, and for that I apologise. We're really, really happy with it. And feel really good about it. And I'm really excited about having a fun pregnancy and getting to know Allison better. And we'll keep you posted on how it all goes.

That said, I promise to TRY to not make this blog All About Schmooker. But I only promise to try, because Schmooker is pretty much the best thing to happen to us since horseless carriages. And Schmooker IS pretty interesting, at least to us, and Schmooker is getting his/her picture taken for the first time on Wednesday, and I can't wait to postttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111

But on non-Schmooker-related topics, we went to a barbeque yesterday with people from our old church who still kinda make me feel uncomfortable for no real reason, and it was good. It was actually really nice to hang out with some of them. I'm glad we went, even though we were a bit relunctant at first. If only for the chili burgers, it was a well-spent afternoon. I was shattered in the end but felt good having rekindled some old ties (mixed metaphors anyone?). Sometimes the barbeques you think will be the worst end up not being the worst. Words of Wisdom, by Lori McFarlane.

I'm gonna go make chicken-corn soup and banana-nut bread. It's all about the hyphenated nouns tonight.