Good News & Potentially Bad News

Had a really awesome OB appointment yesterday. I’d never met my new doc; she sees high-risk patients only, so I was referred to her by my old OB. But she was lovely and young and dressed cute and had a decent haircut and most importantly did not smear my pap yesterday. I got to see my sweet little darling’s good, strong heartbeat – it was at 184 bpm which is excellent. :) Call me corny but I almost cried. Just seeing the healthy heartbeat, and all that worry that’s been nagging at me just melted (well, almost completely) away. And it made this pregnancy real, and it reminded me that sacrificing my body and boobies and health and sanity for this little poppet is going to be so worth it. Being a mother is pretty rad. [pic my lima bean baby]

I was really upset about having to see a high-risk OB initially, because I hate the term HIGH-RISK and I also felt really lame seeing one…like I felt I’d be wasting her time when she has so many other patients to see who have real, serious medical issues. And then there’s me – with a pesky eating disorder and faulty lungs. I was muy embarrassed.

But it wasn’t that way at all. She knows I’m eating for the baby, and she’s happy I’m working with my treatment team, so she thinks everything should be fine unless I begin to lose weight, or eventually don’t gain – that will lead to hospitalization – but I don’t anticipate that happening at all.

Also have to get some heart and lung tests done next week – there could potentially be some pretty dangerous stuff there – but for now I’m remaining optimistic and only crossing the sucky lung disease bridge when and if I have to.

Cross your fingers for me and send happy baby vibes my way!