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3 kids, an OB, and my....

Well, as we all know.. im 22 weeks pregnant. I'll be just a day shy of 23 on my appointment on Monday and I really want my doctor to do a complete exam to check my cervix and make sure it's still doing what it is supposed to be doing. It would be nice if we caught it, just ONCE, before I hit 3cm. ya know??? Avoid some hospital time. 

But, the catch here is that I have to bring all 3 of the kids with me on Monday to my appointment. I just don't know about that. I just... that's not right! I am honestly not sure what to do? And I'm thoroughly distracted right now by that turtle picture I chose for this entry hahaha 

I just really don't feel comfortable with them being in the room but all my wonderful friends (and I am soooo not saying that sarcastically lol) have appointments for their kids that day, at conflicting times, so there's just no other option but to take the girls along with me to the appointment. I just don't want to NOT get it done, and than end up in the same stupid boat I have been in for 3 pregnancies now. 

Ugh. so frustrating... it's not that I feel like anything is wrong, but I didn't feel like anything was going on with Kitty until I was 4cm, with Illy and Cara at 3cms.. and it was only because I had gotten lucky with doctors that I didn't get put on hospital lock down for monitoring and bedrest... I just don't have the option of taking things that easy this time around, and I am, for the first time, a bit clueless on what the right call is to make for my pregnancy. I have never second guessed myself, and thanks to my paranoia and harrassive obsessiveness with my cervix, I have 3 beautiful little girls; I don't want to blow it now.. especially not this early in. 

If I brush this "urge" to get checked aside, and than end up at 3cm in 2 weeks, well thats just 10 weeks too soon... I'm completely at a loss...  

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  1. Trust your instincts and have faith in the facts! You can't go wrong!

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