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Exorcism to butt-rock; A shrink would have a hayday with that
I’ve done amazingly well this pregnancy, in terms of not actually going to the ER for random bits of complete nonsense. I can tell, though, as I get closer to the end (Did I hear a PRAISE JEZUZ?!) I find myself becoming a wee bit more worrisome. Or freakish. Either way.
Compared to last go-round, I’ve been amazingly calm. With my first pregnancy I called the doctor no less than 8 times for various “pains.” I freaked out three times with false labor, thought my water broke once, called the hospital because I was SNORING TOO MUCH (I swear to god, it hurts to type that), and twice because she wasn’t moving enough. I also used to rub my belly at night if she was too quiet (which my Aunt later told me was the cause of her colic/screaming all night every night for months, which it wasn’t, but thanks for that anyway). This time around I don’t count the hours until the next doctor appointment, I don’t call the hospital wondering if he’s getting enough oxygen, I don’t call for every twitch or ache or pull. I file a lot of it in the “I’m pregnant and large” category and move along. I never wake him up at night, just in the slightest case my Aunt was right, figuring I’ll let him get used to this “sleeping” thing because I love me some sleep. I send down positive sleep vibes all day long, “You LOVE sleep. You do not LIKE to scream. You LOVE sleeping at night. It’s good!” I’m brain-washing a child in utero. This must be some kind of parenting record.
Still, though, you can imagine the complete shock yesterday on Mr. Flinger’s face when I turned down a four hour non-stress-test at the hospital following a fall in the parking lot. Sure, I’ve been thinking or talking a lot more about the “what-ifs”. I’ve been hearing stories and not letting go of the “oh-my-god that could happen to me”. Yes, I actually thought I may have caused the placenta to rip off the uterus when I made some sweeping hand motion while talking dramatically until I talked myself back to reality hours later. But after I slipped and fell flat on my large ass in the parking lot at the OB yesterday, minutes before I had the professionals poking and listening and evaluating the baby for any signs of stress, even as they said, “I think everything is just fine,” I still wondered that “what if they’re wrong? what if he’s dying a slow horrible death because something ruptured? What if…” because it’s getting so much harder to just. let. things. go.
There are six long weeks left. Long weeks that if I let my un-realistic worrisome side take over will seem even that much longer. Or I can choose to trust that we’ve made it this far. We’ve grown this healthy. We have only six weeks until we meet our little man and hold him and have him for the rest of our lives. If I remind myself there are plenty of things to worry about later, that he’s safe and healthy and growing inside me, maybe the last six weeks won’t feel as long as I think.
Then again, maybe I’ll completely lose my shit over the impending C-section and decide to keep him in. Because oh-my-god you’re going to take my bladder out and set it where?
Apr, 27, 2007 Filed in: Pregnancy •Social Clutz Loveable Spaz •Mrs. Flinger Said So • Read the Archives 
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Ditto ditto ditto. My c-section is in 8 weeks so I’m right behind you, sister. Time has flown, hasn’t it? Cannot even believe it.
I totally went to the Labor Floor of my hospital thinking my water broke. The nurse was really nice and said, “No.” Which really means…“You just peed your pants.”
They take your bladder out to do a C-section? Yikes!
Omg, you only have six weeks left?! Damn, that went by fast! (for me)
I think it must be instinctive to chill out for the second baby (and probably consecutive ones too). It’s nature’s way of saying, “Get over yourself…chill the hell out already!” Six weeks?!! wow! You can do it. My second c-section was seriously a piece of cake compared to the first!
I drove my OB crazy with my first pregnancy. I’m pretty sure I saw a look of fear on her face when she discovered I was pregnant again. But by my third pregnancy [fourth child] I was an old pro. I even went out to brunch the afternoon my last one was born; while I was having contractions. It was Mother’s Day and I didn’t want to miss that good food. Plus once you go to the hospital you don’t get to eat until the baby is born so I needed to get all the food I could before it was too late.
Maybe you’re so mellow about things this time because your lil’ guy will be a mellow one?!? :0)
Rubbing your belly caused colic? LMAO. That’s funny.
And yay for you! Only 6 weeks to go before you get to hold that cute little guy!
I was a basket case too with my first one. And, I had a C-section as well. But the part you wrote about the bladder? Dude. I seriously did not need to know that. “Your guts were everywhere,” was how my husband described it and I think that’s all the details I’ll ever need.
So it is possible to not be a Worry Wart with number 2. Hmmm… and had I know about the rubbing belly/colic thing with Bubba…
I hope after your spill you and the little man are 100% ok. Take things easy girl!
holy moly i cannot believe you only have 6 weeks left!! YAY!!!! Keep up the low stress!!
Yowza! 6 weeks may seem like a long time to someone with a human being in her stomach, but really…..that’s just around the corner!
When I would become aware that my son wasn’t moving enough for my peace of mind, I would stop EVERYTHING I was doing - walking, talking, eating, breathing - until he moved again. I would rub and poke my belly, too. If nothing worked, I’d start crying and convince myself something terrible was happening.
Tere, that’s what I did with LB, except I’d drink Orange Juice so she’d have a sugar rush and start maniacally dancing again.
I’m shocked she’s not more spastic than she is (which is saying a lot).
I just have to say…I’m so glad I’m not the only one who has a hard time letting go of the “what if that happens to me” fears…