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Here we go again

September 28, 2016  16:26

I'm currently sitting in the waiting room of Dr. Bradley's office waiting to see my second baby for the first time.  Most people may not consider the tadpole like figure that I'm going to see a baby,  but they forget that we all came from humble beginnings. It feels as if this is the first time,  but it's not.  I know the routine. It feels so familiar to me. So many memories returned of how his place was my routine hang out every month, then every two weeks,  then every week.  The people here took care of me when I was having Felicity and I have faith they will do the same with the little ones to come.

Appointments are pretty much the same. After doing the ritual pee-in-cup dance,  you get your weight taken,  get your blood pressure measured, and then see the doctor.  Most times,  the doctor measures your uterus,  addresses any questions and concerns, and shows you the baby. Today I plan to get the full special because it's the first appointment. Today is the confirmation that I am really pregnant. So far, the only thing that has bothered me about the visit is my weight.  It wasn't easy for me to avoid weight gain after the pregnancy. I'm about 15 pounds heavier than I was when I was first pregnant with Felicity. Size isn't everything,  but it gets me concerned to whether this will complicate things.

17:49
The appointment was great.  The baby had a strong heartbeat and measured perfectly.  A calm went over me like you'd never believe.  My nausea,  back pain, and fatigue were not in vain.  I'm carrying a new life!  It was also nice to see the joy on Arlinton's face.  Our family is growing.  The other aspect that went well was the post exam talk. She went over the tests I'd be taking and the ultrasounds I'd have to schedule.  Then,  before I could ask, she encouraged me that I was a good candidate for vbac and that she would support me with any decision I made for the birth. I was floored. This woman must have seen my search history of vbac propaganda.  Having a vbac and my desired birth experience is important to me. Just like all aspirations,  things can go different. However,  I'm holding firm to my dreams. I am so excited to have the privilege to have another baby and get one step closer to our family's goals. God is magnificent. 

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  1. So happy for you and your growing family. Thank you for allowing me to be apart of your journey.

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