I got a chuckle reading everyone's concerns about birthing in the hottest part of summer. I'm due August 9th. . .AGAIN! That's right, DS will turn 4 on my due date, and it was indeed very hot (our energy bill was ridiculous).
Ursula Rose, a word about keeping positive:
I worried the entire time I was pg with DS. I felt like I had a bomb strapped to my belly. I ordered a Babybeat so I could hear his heartbeat whenever I wanted (something to think about. .. it was helpful to me). One day he was so sick of it he kicked it right off my tummy (I didn't realize how loud it must have sounded until a friend who's an audio engineer looked at it). I worried and nothing happened. Not a darn thing. It was an uneventful pregnancy, uneventful birth and a big waste of time and energy.
With my second pregnancy, I decided worrying didn't change anything, so I embraced it from the get go. I pulled out maternity stuff. I told people casually after we'd seen the heartbeat. Then, the baby died.
But worrying wouldn't have changed that either. I don't regret submitting myself to the process then, and I feel myself falling in love even now. I'm a realist. I know the unthinkable can and does happen. Lightening strikes twice (or more) more often than we think, but each day I am pregnant with this baby is an honor and a privilege. It's understandable to be guarded, but try to enjoy what you can.
Blessings~
Hilary
Ursula Rose, a word about keeping positive:
I worried the entire time I was pg with DS. I felt like I had a bomb strapped to my belly. I ordered a Babybeat so I could hear his heartbeat whenever I wanted (something to think about. .. it was helpful to me). One day he was so sick of it he kicked it right off my tummy (I didn't realize how loud it must have sounded until a friend who's an audio engineer looked at it). I worried and nothing happened. Not a darn thing. It was an uneventful pregnancy, uneventful birth and a big waste of time and energy.
With my second pregnancy, I decided worrying didn't change anything, so I embraced it from the get go. I pulled out maternity stuff. I told people casually after we'd seen the heartbeat. Then, the baby died.
But worrying wouldn't have changed that either. I don't regret submitting myself to the process then, and I feel myself falling in love even now. I'm a realist. I know the unthinkable can and does happen. Lightening strikes twice (or more) more often than we think, but each day I am pregnant with this baby is an honor and a privilege. It's understandable to be guarded, but try to enjoy what you can.
Blessings~
Hilary


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At least this time around I have AC!
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