Today is the first doctor's appointment, you know, the one I took the preggo test for. I'm excited, but also perhaps a little nervous. I'm chalking up the nerves to Dr. Sears who has a lengthy section in his Pregnancy Book on miscarriages and various genetic diseases. Seriously, if you are trying or planning on getting pregnant this is the book to get. It's a month by month lowdown by the man himself (fun fact, when I was a baby he was my doctor, and now he's doctoring my baby via book) as well as his wife, and Dr. Linda Holt.
Anyways, the "these are the things that could go wrong with your kid" sections in the book got me thinking about other things that freak me out about being pregnant.
1. Belly touching.
It hasn't really happened yet as I don't have a preggo belly, but I know it will. I've never been a big fan of being touched (which probably makes you wonder how I got into this situation in the first place! Don't worry, Paul is the exception to every rule.) so the thought of strangers running up and touching my belly thoroughly terrifies me. I like my personal space, and you can't really have that when a flurry of randoms talking about their kids or grandkids are rubbing up on you. NOT looking forward to that at all.
2. Things that can go wrong
This probably should have been number 1, but I'd like to maintain a standard of blissful ignorance when it comes to the possibility of bad things happening to the little person inside of me. Miscarriages, genetic diseases, environmental factors, you name it, a LOT can go wrong. But right now I'm just praying that my baby will be healthy and happy, nothing else.
I've only ever had sisters. Penises freak me out.
I read the "Labor" section in Dr. Sear's book. Can you say ow? Not looking forward to essentially push a watermelon out of a straw.
For anyone who has ever met me, they know right away that I am, ahem, blessed. 38 DD and counting. I'm officially too busty for Victoria's Secret and have to move on to other bra shops- and I'm only in the first trimester. I'm genuinely concerned that once I start nursing I won't be able to stand anymore.
But other than that (though I reserve the right to add to that list) I'm ready to meet and love the our little person. Because in the grand scheme of things, none of that is going to matter when I'm holding my newborn baby in my arms for the very first time.
Can it be January please? <3