A couple of days ago I started to just feel really scared that something is "wrong" with this little one God gave us. I had no reason...just a nagging sense. Or maybe (hopefully) just paranoia. My mom has reminded me that I've felt this way with every pregnancy I've been through (and hey, 3 out of 4 stuck!) She also recommended that I try to move my dr appointment up a little. And the receptionist offered to do just that. She told me she could move it up by 2 days (still almost a week away). So, I asked to have the nurse call me back. Voila! You gotta talk to people in higher places! I am going in today at 3:15.
After this call I was feeling slightly better...then I took a catnap with Haley and woke to...concrete evidence that something could very well be wrong. (Could be okay still, but I just basically "wrote it off" at that point-easier to expect the worse and have a good surprise than stick my head in the sand and be "surprised" with bad news...been there done that).
So, I will be at the dr's office in about 7 hours now...and we will see. Once and for all if I'm paranoid...or very intuitive. I hope it's paranoid......
I hope to have good news, but if not, it wasn't meant to be I guess.