Skip to main content

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...  

Comments

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

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Take A Break

Well, here we are again... another late night, I am wide awake... it has officially become tomorrow, and I don't feel sleep coming anytime soon. I haven't had a whole lot of worth-while thoughts running through my head lately; everything has become very routine and my days just sort of fade in and out of one another. I mean, it is not necessarily a bad thing, but when I get into these robotic ways I feel like it means I am slacking on the children. I may be comfortable with cleaning floors, dishes, and doing laundry at the exact same time everyday, and spending spare time watching tv, crocheting, and sitting around the house; but these poor girls must hate it. I really need to find a way that we can still go do something without me breaking my rules for pregnancy. The beach is a no-no because walking in the sand is a workout so, I cant do that. The park would be okay if it didnt mean chasing Boo all over hell and back... getting the pool out and letting them swim in the ...

It's Contagious

Warning: to all you who dare befriend me. Deployment is apparently an incurable, horrible contagious, disease that you cannot protect yourself against; and I am carrying the bug. Or so it would seem. You know, I just don't get it... but I have seen it sooo much now. Your husband leaves and then your friends spread three sheets to the wind and avoid you like some type of plague. I hope that, at least some people, are smart enough to know that deployments are a scheduled thing, and it is not because you went near me that your husband picked up orders to ship out. Okay, in all seriousness though. I appreciate fair-weather friends about as much as root canals or cervical checks. But my time in the suck, as a Marine wife, has taught me some things. You can't sweat the small shit; and unfortunately in this world, some people fit that bill. Back when my husband was rocking one chevron and I thought friends were so important, I would waste so much time and energy trying to figure out j...

Im a Big Girl

There has been some conversation lately, about me being the primary contact during Steven's deployments. Primary contact is the person that is contacted in case of any situations that take place in theater (Afghanistan). If there was any type of injury, but he was okay, he would be able to call me himself, but if the injuries were extensive than they would notify me by phone on what is going on, what happened, and where he is located/headed to (medivac out of country, etc.) However if there was a casualty than I would be notified by the infamous movie-made-famous scene of the men in uniforms coming to knock on my door and ruin my life! So.... these are the facts. I have been married to this life for going on 9 years now... This is our 4th deployment, all combat deployments, and I have always understood the risk involved when my husband leaves us and heads out to do the job he has trained so tirelessly for. I have always known that he could be killed in action, or hurt, but I have n...