I’m still not particularly nauseated, but I still have pretty much zero interest in food. I haven’t felt this not-hungry since the last time I had the flu. Of course, I have to eat, or I feel shitty… GAH! At the moment, the only things I can count on are guava or mango juice, and avocados. I’m eating at least one avocado a day. ‘Cause I know that’ll not play funny with my stomach.

In other news, Jason’s finished reading the Ina May Gaskin book I asked him to read, and I’m really glad he took the time to read it and think about why he initially preferred a hospital setting, as he is saying now that he’s just fine with a birth center. Not only was there the “why do I have faith in them doing a good job with labor when I don’t trust them to be intelligent for simpler things?” but he realized that all of the conditions I’m dealing with going into this (fibromyalgia, depression, restless leg, vulvar vestibultis, chronic migraines) – while everyone agrees do not put me at greater risk during the pregnancy or birth – are themselves best dealt with by relaxation, calm, warmth, and patience. And I’m not likely to find a great mix of all that in a hospital with different nurses and doctors coming and going, and bright lights and lots of directions.

Don’t get me wrong – we are going to be touring hospitals! All three in the area. If complications arise during the pregnancy, I want to not have to start over from scratch when evaluating places to go. There’s a small, but by no means close to zero, chance that even if we want to go for a birth center, I’ll end up in a hospital instead. If we get to make that decision before the birth, I want to go to a hospital I’m most comfortable with. (And if there’s an emergency transfer, just get me to the closest one!)

But I feel better about us at least being on the same page with what we’d like to work towards.