AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: June 4, 2014 | COMMENTS: 8 Comments
At least there is when it comes to me and pregnancy.
Before I delve into the issues ahead of us, I’d like to sincerely thank all of you who took to the time to congratulate us. The general outpouring of support was both unexpected and much appreciated. In fact, I think I may have underestimated the impact our news would have. I mean, of course I anticipated people would be happy for us. I didn’t expect it to be reported on our local ABC news cast…at 5…at 6…and at 11. In fact, I had no idea it was even newsworthy. (One could probably make a valid argument that it’s not. But, then I have to remind myself I live in Toledo, Ohio. It’s almost always a slow news day around our parts which is actually something Sean and I are grateful for.)
Now…about that “catch”.
First let me say that so far this pregnancy has been uneventful. In fact, I haven’t experienced a first trimester like the one I just finished since I was pregnant with Drew, and his pregnancy was text book. Completely complication free. If I could order a pregnancy experience just like the one we had with him–well, life would be perfect. In fact, why don’t I publicly place that order right now.
Could you please afford me the opportunity to gestate in good health? More specifically I’d like to slam the door on my morning (ahem…all day) sickness sometime next week–just like I did with Drew; I’d like to sail through the second trimester as if absolutely nothing is different about my life beyond my expanding waist band–just like Drew; and I’d like to carry this baby to 40 weeks (actually 39 weeks would be fine …I don’t want to get greedy here, folks) and experience an average delivery resulting in a healthy baby who can come home from the hospital within a few days…just like I did with Drew.
If only it was that easy.
Of course, I want to be optimistic. After all, last week I met with a doctor from our local hospital’s maternal fetal medicine department, and he was very optimistic. He let me come off my Lovenox (a blood thinner I took with Logan and Mary Kate to stave off blood clots); he was very pleased with our baby’s development as there were no soft markers for any chromosomal abnormaliltes; and he explained that because my HELLP Syndrome wasn’t as pronounced with Mary Kate and nonexistent with Logan he is hopeful I won’t experience it with this pregnancy. (HELLP Syndrome, a rare and dangerous form of preeclampsia, darn near killed me with Ryan, circa 1997.)
All reasons to be hopeful.
But, if you’ve read Inconceivable you know I have a bad habit of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Especially when I’m pregnant. I know way more about possible obstetric complications than any formally educated elementary educator should know. In fact, if I were a con artist I could probably pass for an OB. (Not a L & D nurse, though. Because, you know, they truly do all the work.) Anyways, I’m doing my best to keep my worries in check and enjoy the unexpected good fortune of this pregnancy. I know I need to be prepared for things to go south, but until that actually happens, I need to stay positive.
I guess one could say “I’m praying to God but rowing to shore.”
If you wouldn’t mind throwing a prayer or good vibe in our direction…well…I’d be most appreciative.
Thanks again for all of the love and support. Sean and I are truly humbled by your messages. And, as always, any wisdom you could throw my way about keeping worries at bay…well…bring it on! I’ll savor every morsel.