Today Mr. Wetzel and I went in for our first ultrasound scan. Our baby is 34 weeks and a few days old. The results? Everything was normal.
Women and couples are asked to make many decisions about their pregnancy and birth, and this responsibility can become very overwhelming. It doesn’t help that “everyone is an expert” and has an opinion about how you should raise your child. The BRAN model is a simple formula for parents-to-be to use when faced with any decision. As explained by Buckley, “When you are offered a test or intervention, BRAN reminds you to ask about and consider the Benefits, Risks, and Alternatives and to also consider the effects of doing Nothing in this situation.” I will try to summarize Buckley’s key points (and I copy many sentences directly from her book).
Each time we would make a decision about the pregnancy and birth, we would give it serious thought. We’d ask ourselves: “What is best for the baby?” “What is best for our overall well-being?” “What does this specific situation call for or require of us?” I think many couples get into trouble when they have an idea of what kind of experience they want to have and then force that upon the reality that they are presented with. We aren’t crusaders for a birth style. We wanted to do a lot of listening and we wanted to remain open to the changing circumstances at hand.
And that’s why we’re going to have an ultrasound, after all.
Upon venturing into the great blogging frontier, I saw that others referenced their husbands in different ways. One blogger used “DH” (I thought they were his initials at first, but I now realize it stands for “Dear Husband”). Another referred to her husband by his first name. Some, when tweeting, will @tag their spouses. And I wondered, “How do I want to refer to my husband?”
When you are at the mercy of the seasons, each time one of your favorite foods comes into season, it seems like a miracle. In the summer, I feel this way about raspberries. I can never eat enough of them, raw, in baked dishes, or fresh off the vine. This week, the Wetzels celebrate cauliflower.
Each week, we receive an email newsletter from our CSA, Terry’s Berries, letting us know where the week’s produce hails from. Washington State has less severe winters than the rest of the country, as does the west coast in general; so much of our produce is either grown in state or stored through the winter.
Whenever someone finds out we’re pregnant, the conversation almost always goes like this:
Friend/Cashier/Random Person I just met: “You’re pregnant? That’s awesome!”
“Boy or girl?”
“We’re not finding out. We thought it would be more fun that way.”
“Oh, man! I could never do that! When I was pregnant, I found out as soon as possible.”
In Tacoma, there are many farmer’s markets in the summer, and it is amazing how far away some of the vendors travel in order to hawk their wares. It’s amazing how not-local and not-fresh some of the produce can be. Market season is just around the corner again, and what can we do as naïve spenders approaching the tables of different fruits and veggies?
This morning, the baby woke me up early, so I decided to crawl out of bed and rummage through the fridge. I found a pack of bacon I bought earlier in the week, and I thought, “This is the right moment for a bacon morning!”
This had been a rough week in Wetzelville. Mr. Wetzel was home last week recuperating from a long overdue surgery on his ingrown toenail. I still am having trouble eating starchy or fibrous foods (i.e. CSA fruits and veggies). Plus, baby has been growing swiftly, pushing around my body and making the bones and joints ache.
Hi, there! I’m Erin. I’m a crunchy Christian mom and artist. I love to eat local farm food and shop at thrift stores. I blog about our crazy life and baby girl (born April 2011). I love rainbows. My hair is messy. ^_^ I hope you enjoy my blog! (Read More about me here...)