Just popping in from the November board to give my honest perspective. I hope you all don't mind.
Here it is:
I never stop worrying.
There. Whew. I got that out.
In the first trimester, I worry constantly about miscarriage.
In the second trimester I worry about things like incompetent cervix, placental abruption, pre-eclampsia, things which would require my baby to be born before any chance of viability.
In the third trimester I worry about experiencing some of the horror some of the moms on MDC have had to live through such as stillbirth because of knots in the cord or other unknown factors.
After birth I worry about SIDS or my DP rolling over on the baby.
When they're two I worry about choking, running out in the street, strangers.
When they're six I worry about them riding their bikes or going to their friends' houses.
I bet when they're sixteen I'll worry about them driving.
But I think a little worry is healthy. I treasure and cherish every second with my children because I realize I'm not entitled to the rest of my life with them. I'll thank the universe/god/goddess/whomever for every moment they're alive because I'm so lucky to have been blessed so many times with such beautiful, bright, wonderful children. I'll be thankful if I'm lucky enough to bring this baby into the world to meet his brothers and grow into another piece of me walking around this earth.
But if I should be so unlucky as to lose one of them, I'll thank the universe for the time I was allowed to have with them because I was so lucky to ever know them in the first place.
