I am trying really hard to keep a positive, or at least not too negative, attitude about the medical community. I'm just not a fan, never have been. Probably never will be.

I drank, and nearly the glucose solution today for the gestational diabetes screening. I remembered it was bad, but I didn't remember how bad. Ugh! The prenatal appointment was barely tolerable and I believe that the reduced carb business has been put to bed. Nothing was mentioned about it once I told her that I've been feeling great since I went back to my normal eating habits. I gained a pound in the last 4 weeks which puts me back at -8 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight.

My ultrasound from yesterday showed the baby as measuring perfectly average with no problems, at all. I didn't think anything of it, but the midwife seemed a little concerned that she was breech at this point. I figured it was way too early to worry about any of that right now. I've still got almost 12 weeks left before the due date. But she was. Sometimes I just get the feeling that they don't really want me as a client and are looking for reasons to turn me over to an OB. It's probably irrational, but I just don't understand some of the vibes I am getting from these folks. If I didn't dislike/mistrust hospitals as much as I do, then I'd probably already have fired them, myself. I dunno...maybe I'll go ahead and look around for an alternative to this group, anyway. I'm not the type that needs warm fuzzies about whoever assists me in delivering the baby, as long as they keep the medical aspect out of the picture, unless necessary. Ugh!