It's absolutely amazing what the body can do. I am in constant "aw" of how despite from eating well and exercising, I have to do nothing at all but sit back and watch my belly grow; my body takes care of the rest, naturally. However, the lack of control is also very scary to think about.
At the beginning of my pregnancy, I experienced bleeding on several occasions, one time where they were unable to find the baby's heart beat. I was put on bed rest twice, but only for one day each time. At these moments, all I wanted was to be able to peak inside my belly and see if everything was okay. Somehow, going to the doctor once a month doesn't seem like nearly enough. Something happens nearly everyday to leave me worried: was that box I just lifted too heavy? Am I really not supposed to reach for things on the top shelf? Is Lyla sitting on my belly hurting little Hannah? It's been a day since I've felt her move...is everything alright in there?! It's terrifying. Day by day, truckin' along, just assuming everything is peachy until the next doctor visit, then you start all over again until next month's visit. And you're never really in the clear until that baby is out, breathing, and declared healthy.
And then there's the totally unexpected. My sister in law Amy is 28 weeks pregnant, and her water began to break today. Now, she will be hospitalized for the next 6 weeks, but could go into labor anytime between now and then. I can't imagine how she's feeling.
As for me, all I can do is continue to do all the right things; eat pregnancy appropriate foods, keep up with my exercise routine, and pray for the best. Sometimes I feel like I'm pushing my luck having a second child, where my pregnancy with Lyla was perfection and she was born full term, totally healthy, and has been the best little kid. But I can't fear what I can't control, and can only hope that things will go smoothly from here on out. Grow little Hannah, grow!
(10lbs down, 20 to go!)
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