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Dreaming with my eyes open

We are just so excited to be parents again. SO EXCITED!

We had an an appointment today. We're starting to go every week now only because I had a minor meltdown last week and she thinks it would be best if I had the reassurance that everything was okay at least once a week. Although I'm a little skeptical it's going to really make a difference on how good I feel, I'm happy that she recommended it. I know everyone is very understanding why I would want to take a look at her so often after what we went through with Sam...but I just hate that feeling that things may not be okay.

I asked Jamey on the way back from the doctor last week, "Do you feel like something IS wrong, and they're just not telling us until she's here so at least we have a few more months of excitement and joy?"

I know, I know. Completely irrational and unrealistic. And I'm pretty sure it'd be illegal on their part. But, the question still manages to pop into my head. Just as much as I wanted to wake up from Sam's diagnosis as a bad dream, this too feels like another dream. Almost too good to be true. And I'm afraid to wake up from this one.

Jamey asks, "What would make you feel better for these last 2 months?"

Hmmm. I think....having a constant monitor on my belly while I lay in bed watching happy movies for the next while would do it. But since that's not really an option.... ;-)

It was a very good appointment today, and I am just so thankful for that. We were supposed to have a non-stress test, but she ended up passing all the fetal health tests so they didn't even hook me up. And last week she was breech, but this week she flipped! Everyone was telling me how crazy it feels when they flip...so she must have done it while I was sleeping. I couldn't even begin to describe what it feels like for me for my doctor to say, "This baby is perfect. We don't even need to monitor her because she's doing everything we want her to exactly when we want it."

See this dream I'm living in? No one pinch me!

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  1. AnonymousApril 3, 2013 at 7:23 AM

    So glad you had a perfect appointment! And believe me, all mama's with Rainbow Babies feel that way. I had a huge meltdown at 28wks with my Ob assuring me my baby was healthy but I also wished for a permanent monitor to make sure he was okay!!


    KateM

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    1. Kaila MugfordApril 3, 2013 at 8:54 PM

      So glad to hear I'm normal Kate! I just can't wait to bring this girl home! :-)

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    2. AnonymousApril 4, 2013 at 3:55 AM

      So so normal! Even when I gave birth and he was crying I apparently asked who's baby that was crying. Yes, I am a dork :-P

      KateM

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