Today we went to a St. Patrick’s Day/Birthday party. Everyone there had kids between the ages of 4 months and 5. It was exactly what I needed. It was nice to be a part of the club. I wanted to cuddle every kid I saw. I didn’t care that they were in a herd mentality when the sugar high kicked in. I didn’t care that it was loud, things were spilled, and that you constantly had to mind the baby closest to you. I liked it. It was chaotic and messy, but it was fantastic. It was all I could do to restrain myself from picking the brains of all the parents there.
It also helped to have some face-to-face reassurance from a very good friend who had similar spotting in her pregnancy. It eased my mind, even though it was just a whispered 10-second statement in the kitchen. I’ve gotten a lot of that lately. It seems that everyone I know has had the spotting and uncertainty I’ve had. It really helps knowing it’s not uncommon at all.
It helps that the symptoms have increased again in the last couple of days. Could I eat any more food? I’m constantly hungry now, super moody, and have a walnut-sized bladder. And that’s GREAT. I want to feel something.
As an optimistic step out of the darkness, I acted on some recommendations and chose an OB today. If Wednesday goes well, I’ll call and see what the steps are to get ready for the referral process.
Oh! And my lift restriction came through this morning. I can rest easy knowing that I’m documented and defended now. What a relief. I can focus on myself and the baby more completely.