Why is it as humans we always wait for something bad to happen? I am an optimistic worrier, meaning I am always optimistic something great will happen but always worrying something bad will eventually happen. (Gee aren’t you glad I cleared that one up?) I went to my OBGYN appt for my pregnancy exam. I am healthy. No really, HEALTHY. My blood pressure has dropped (1st trimester it shot up to 145/95 to entering my 3rd trimester it is 121/72). My glucose screening was perfect not high, not borderline, just perfect. My thyroid which I have issues with, is..you guessed it, perfect. I have gained only 17 lbs in my 26 weeks of pregnancy. (My first pregnancy I looked like Jabba The Hut who had gotten beaten with an ugly stick…
It was bad I assure you.) This baby I am carrying all in the front and have that rounded beautiful no one is afraid to ever assume you are pregnant belly. My low placenta has migrated up. My baby boy is healthy. Weighing a little over 2 lbs and looks rather handsome in his ultrasound pics.
As I lay there with the goop on my belly, my doctor is doing the ultrasound and my husband is gazing at the screen, I hear myself asking, so what is wrong…the answer is simple…Nothing. My doctor said basically I don’t even need him right now. So I am optimistic this will all continue, but the worrier in me says month 8 may bring new issues. Until then….I smile..and thank God that today IS a good day.
