I had an OB visit today, and yet again I had to take the boys with me. The last time was a pure disaster. They were, of course, bored out of their minds. In the waiting room they were semi-tolerable, but when we went back to see the doctor all hell broke loose. I was trying to talk to the doctor and they were acting as if they were possessed by the devil. At one point, the doctor (whom I had never met) stopped talking and asked if I would like to do something about them... as they were silently pinching each other with full fists as hard as they could muster. I was livid.
This time, I came prepared. I printed out worksheets, made a "New Baby" wordfind, some color by numbers, dot-to-dots, etc. It was beautiful. They were awsome. Score one for mom.
I have had some contractions lately, nothing organized. I had one the day of the party, two yesterday, and one on my way to the doctor today. I know that sporatic contractions are normal, but that doesn't mean that I haven't been scared to death. I have had nightmares about losing this baby. Graphic ones at that. Of all my pregnancies, I have never been this far along and still walking around without constant medical care. I am terrified.
I explained to the doctor about my contractions and told her about how scared I was. She sent me back for a cervical check via ultrasound and all was well. It's still long and closed. Everything looks totally normal. No sign of preterm labor. Normal. I told her I wasn't sure I would be able to get through this pregnancy without constant terror. She said that after all we've been through, she would be worried if I could.
So, I am 20 weeks and 3 days, and doing just fine. Our little one is kicking and squirming like a maniac right now as I type.
If it's a boy, Addison wants to name him Mr. Don. And, for those of you who aren't aware... you're just going to have to keep on wondering what we're having, cause we aren't going to find out!

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