Our first doctor's appointment was last Friday, and it was exciting. DH and I met with the nurse practitioner, and she was very positive. Turns out we are very low risk! Woo-hoo!! We just sat in chairs next to the desk, staring at very frightening posters about labor positions as she asked us about a million questions about our medical histories. Then we went downstairs, where they collected some "samples" and DH just about passed out at the mere thought of the needle they used to take my blood. (Especially when I told him they took 5 vials!) I'm so glad I'm having this baby and not him - he'd never be able to cope!! :)
The craziest thing about the whole ordeal was, the NP sent us home with a packet of information to read over and bring to our next appointment (on DH's birthday, at which we will get our first look at the little one!!) and a bag of goodies. This bag of goodies included coupons, a parenting magazine (frightening), nursing pads (very frightening), and the thing that sent me over the edge: diapers. When I pulled them out of the bag when we got home, I lost it. I freaked out. "Holy crap. What are we doing?" I couldn't believe there were actual diapers in our apartment. For a child that will be here, soon. I started crying. DH for once had to comfort me: "It's going to be OK - we're going to be fine..." I was freaking out. Really. I don't think I've ever been more frightened of any major life change. I suppose that's normal, and probably good. Still, it was scary.
Anyway, I'm getting over the shock now. I'm still a little freaked out, but overall I know God is in control - he wouldn't give us this baby if we weren't ready, right? Or at least if we weren't prepared to do what is in His plan...
By way of pregnancy symptom update, I've been feeling a bit more queasy lately. It's pretty constant, actually. Especially when it's time to eat, just after I eat, after riding in a car, when smelling strong smells (esp. gasoline), and when thinking about all of the above. Still haven't gotten sick (knock on wood) but I've gotten pretty close a couple of times... Other than that, and still being pretty constantly wiped out, I think I'm pretty symptom-less. Hallelujah!
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Portia,
Congratulations! I just ran across your blog at random and wanted to comment. I am 39 and my first baby is 8 months old. I remember all the pregnancy panic you describe. It's normal, just pray a lot and enjoy every minute of your pregnancy. Even with all the hormonal/emotional ups and downs and the worries and the discomfort; remember, as a woman this is the greatest thing that will ever happen to you. Keep praying, keep the Lord the center of your marriage and your life and you will never regret it.
If you want to read about my experience of being pregnant on the dairy, you can find me at:
http://dairydaze.blogspot.com/
Keep blogging, I'll be back!
God bless, you're in my prayers.
Calfkeeper
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