Here we are again, the Wambeke trio staying at Grandma and Yi Prescott's house for a few days. Our tenants just moved out of our condo today (which still needs new tenants by the way), so Dan and I gave Ana to Yi and got to cleaning everything. During that time, we stole an hour or so to eat lunch at Chipotle which was glorious. To enjoy one another sans child should really be done every so often. But not so often that the child is neglected of course. Of course!
Tonight we, Dan, Grandpa, Yi and I, will sit around the t.v. and relax with a movie while Ana slumbers away peacefully in our bedroom that she shares with me and Dan.
This last year and a half, this really has become our second home. And will even become more so round abouts the time the baby is due. You see, we have heaved the idea of birthing in or around Marshall. For so many reasons. We are very set on having a Certified Midwife help with the birth. But, there are no certified midwives who will do a homebirth within three hours of our house. Not only that, but there are simply no certified midwives, even in hospitals, within an hour and a half of our house. The closest being in Sioux Falls where we never ever are. It would be a major inconvenience to drive all that way just for appointments and then the big day.
We are going to embrace all the wonderful medical options that the Twin Cities has to offer. We have decided to pick a midwife at St. Joe's in St. Paul and birth there. This, of course, means that me and Ana will be tagging along with Dan a lot so that I can go to appointments. Then, come late February (a few weeks before chummy is due), we will be staying with Yi and Grampy until the baby is born.
Like I said. Second home.
Luckily, my folks couldn't be happier. At least for now.
A few months ago, I asked my mom if she was sad when each of us kids left the house. She said that with Aaron, she wasn't too sad because he was always so independent. When Mary left, it was hard because she moved so far away and was still so attached to mom and dad."But with you," she said. "You never really left."
Should I be bothered by that? Well, I'm not. It just means that my mom and dad can be certain that I love them.
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