I had an OB appointment this morning with my CNM (Certified Nurse-Midwife), Lisa. Everything is going along quite swimmingly, but she did tell me she has some bad news. "Hit me," I said.
She's moving to West Virginia the first week of August.
I'm so bummed. She's the only midwife around here, too (and that's largely why she's leaving: she is too busy with work to have a life, apparently). I can see why she needs to go, but . . . dang it, man. Deliver my kid first, will ya? Then you may go and have your life. (Can I get any more selfish?)
She said that she's strongly urged my OB to hire at least two midwives in her place so that things can go more smoothly. I sure hope he hires at least one. I really, really like the midwife thing. It'd be sweet if he hired one before this baby arrives (but I know my odds for that are not good).
So . . . yeah. I'm not sure what to do about that. I'm still in stunned mode for the moment.
In other similar-ish news, I have an MRI scheduled for the armpuff on Wednesday. So, that's still happening.