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I haven't posted in this specific subforum before, but I'm currently about 28 weeks pregnant with the survivor of a twin pregnancy. We lost one of our twins around 14 weeks when I had a very bad H1N1 case. On baby was always borderline tachycardic, and we think it just was too much for him to hold on through.
We seem to be doing quite well at this point, though. But, with this as my 9th pregnancy, I know a bit too well what my "normal" is and this is all freaking me out. I am basically freaked because my baby is measuring normally, because my last two babies have been 10 and 11 lbers who measured a full month ahead in terms of fundal height.
Logically, I should be and am very happy that it seems unlikely I could even get a 9 lber if I was trying for one. But emotionally, it is just freaking me out. I can still do too much around the house, and I'm not miserably uncomfortable, so I keep thinking something is wrong strictly because I look "small" to myself.
I've prayed and tried to use my intuition, and I'm convinced that there is nothing wrong and this is a variation of normal. And it may be that in this case the stuff I tried to help keep from having a gigantic baby worked. But it absolutely sets me on edge, no matter how much Mercy bounces around in there and no matter how many times I remind myself that I *wanted* a smaller baby and now I'm getting one.
I'm just frustrated. The paranoia is driving me up the wall, and I know that that is *exactly* what it is.
We seem to be doing quite well at this point, though. But, with this as my 9th pregnancy, I know a bit too well what my "normal" is and this is all freaking me out. I am basically freaked because my baby is measuring normally, because my last two babies have been 10 and 11 lbers who measured a full month ahead in terms of fundal height.
Logically, I should be and am very happy that it seems unlikely I could even get a 9 lber if I was trying for one. But emotionally, it is just freaking me out. I can still do too much around the house, and I'm not miserably uncomfortable, so I keep thinking something is wrong strictly because I look "small" to myself.
I've prayed and tried to use my intuition, and I'm convinced that there is nothing wrong and this is a variation of normal. And it may be that in this case the stuff I tried to help keep from having a gigantic baby worked. But it absolutely sets me on edge, no matter how much Mercy bounces around in there and no matter how many times I remind myself that I *wanted* a smaller baby and now I'm getting one.
I'm just frustrated. The paranoia is driving me up the wall, and I know that that is *exactly* what it is.