Holy crap, we have a pediatrician. Well, WE don’t, but the widget does. SO WEIRD. My mom was all perplexed as to why we were meeting with a pediatrician — "is there a problem?" And I was all "No, but there is a BABY that will COME OUT OF ME in a few months that needs a doctor…" "Doesn’t your doctor take care of all that?" Oh, right. Because when MY mom had us, in rural-ass maine, you had A Doctor. The doctor was your GP/OB/Ped whatever. It seems so… weird to me, now. I have different people for all of that (and need to — my OB sent me back to my GP for the back spasms, for instance, and I’m sure they’d not schedule a well-baby visit, either.)

She seemed really nice, I went armed with the questions I’d been recommended to ask, and the answers were all good. They do have a well-baby waiting room, evening hours, weekend hours, etc. They defer to the hospital LC for those questions (which is probably just because of our rurality — lots of shared resources, ie, the perinatologist, etc) and the doc was really nice. Very bubbly, but a mom of young kids herself (and she even confessed that her practice changed after she lived through the experiences her patients always talked about) and committed to staying in the area. (The practice is part of the big healthcare system, which can often have more transient doctors who do their first job here and move on.)

When we left, Dave was all weird. It definitely had some sort of …. effect on him. It was cute, watching him walk out and look around and be like "Huh, our baby has a pediatrician. Huh." Just another layer of reality, I guess.

Tonight I’m going out with my friend Jess to see Walk the Line at the cheap seats, which will be nice, since Dave is going to be doing his video game thing tonight. Tomorrow is GD info day. All is well, so far.