It's washing day, and I'm walking around the house with my 'good' jeans unzipped. I can still do them up, but then sitting is not comfortable

I interviewed my first midwife today. I think she might be the last I interview too. Is that bad? I know for important things you should shop around, but damn I liked her. Is this like buying dresses? You know, you try one on and you know that's the one you want, but then you try on six others to be sure? Or can I just go with my gut on this?

But oh, she's funny. We laughed our arses off. And we got a bit morbid, discussed the scary parts of birth/ births that lead to death/ suicide rates and all that jazz, and it was good. There was no bullshit, no pretense that I could discern. Her body language is easy to read and respond to. And she's got experience in bucket loads. I feel comfortable. And, she didn't once offer an opinion or tell me what to think. She's just like "These are the varied options/ practices". There was no beating around the bush.

But there are a few things that I need to think about now, the big one being cost. If I have this baby in a hospital, with a strange doctor I've never met, possibly more than one if the shift changes, and risk all the things I desperately do not want (C-section, induction, epidural, forceps, birthing on my back like a wounded turtle etc etc), in the hopes I will still be coherent enough to say NO!... This whole event could be more or less free - not counting the odd cup of coffee from the hospital's cafe or something unexpected. And well, free is free.

Going into the private health system isn't an option I'm looking at, because public over here is basically the same. Our public heath system is really decent, if you're into that kind of thing. If I'm sick, I choose public every time, and I've never had a horror story.

Anyway, so there's free and fear.... or there's the birth I want - for Four thousand dollars. Four grand. When Obi and I were researching the other night, he said he wouldn't really want to think about going above three. $4000. But like, I have that in the bank right now. It wont cripple us to do this, and we don't have to pay right now anyway (It's two grand at 36weeks, and another two 6 weeks after the baby is born). And there's the baby bonus. I think the baby bonus is $5000, in 13 fortnightly installments. So we break even at the end right?

I don't know. I've always cheeped out on my health. I don't get medical when I travel. I'm well overdue to see my gyno because I feel fine and I don't want to spend another $200 for her to tell me I'm fine and congratulate me for getting knocked up. I have not seen a dentist in like ten years, or an optometrist. I don't go for checkups. I refuse medication for my depression.... Like I dunno.

And then, there's the other huge thing, maybe even more huge than the money -

If I home birth with this woman, it will be a drug free birth. She offers nothing for the pain. Except a birth pool I laughed my arse off. Am I man enough for that? Am I strong enough, calm enough, in-touch with my body enough to go into this experience that Facebook tells me has the same level of pain as fracturing 23 bones at the same time with nothing but the panadol on the top of my fridge for comfort?

I mean, I never wanted serious drugs anyway, but a little gas might have been nice? And there's always the option of transferring to the hospital I guess.

It's a lot to think about, even though I know I've already made up my mind. But I'm just so happy, so excited for this experience (one often looked at with fear ) that I needed to share. The next post will not be baby or pregnancy related, I swear!!!

And to the lovely people who reached out to me in the last blog, thank you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you, or without this site. xx