I posted to the Baby Blog about yesterday’s midwife appointment, but before you read it I thought I should qualify a few things:
First of all, I realize I’m not going to die. At least it’s not likely that I’m going to die. The chances of dying from this pregnancy are close to nil. I also take comfort in the fact that God will prevent me from dying until he decides it’s time for me to die. Which could be at any time and from anything. So it doesn’t matter what my present circumstances may be, because God is still in charge of everything.
Secondly, Marie is not a cold-hearted, fear-mongering midwife. She was unusually blunt with me yesterday because I was unusually blunt with her about how ridiculous I felt restricting my activities when I believe myself to be perfectly fine. I think she was honestly concerned that I would go out and start moving furniture if she didn’t spell out all the possibilities in black and white. I can appreciate that. I was really ready to be done with the limitations. But I guess I’ll wait it out.
Well, that’s the thing about being perfectly healthy. . .you have to continue doing the things that KEEP you perfectly healthy–especially when your body is preoccupied with making another human being–as well as caring for the ones you’ve already created.
Your body is a LEEEETLE busy right now, and it is that midwife’s job to make sure she helps shoulder the load.
Sorry for the inconveniences for you though. I had not read the baby blog as we’ve been house-measuring–but I’m glad I read this first so I wouldn’t go over there and get scared to death.
And your package is still in the back of the car since the post office wouldn’t accept it in the Lego box.