THIRTY-ONE

I was going to have a Shamrock Shake for lunch today after my OB appt, but then I was told I only gained a lb, so I came home and had a salad. I'm usually not told numbers, my weight conscious anxiety cannot handle it, so maybe there have been other times I only gained a lb, but I wouldn't know. It was a different Dr today, the Dr known as the "anti-vbac Dr" by the other two that I see. I went in today and confronted her with my fears, straight-up, no BS,"I heard you're anti-vbac and I'm scared you're going to be on call when I go into labor". It felt so good to get that off of my chest. She reassured me that she would support my birthing decision, even if she didn't agree with it, as long as there was not a medical reason not to. But, not before she explained the risks of vba2c. I thanked her for the insight and that was that. I feel like a huge weight had been lifted off me.
Well, since I'm talking about that, I should mention that our last u/s showed that my placenta has completely healed itself, the tech couldn't even find any sign of where the detached placenta used to be. The high risk Dr was amazed, she kept checking and checking, laughing that the baby is now measuring a week ahead. I knew we had a fighter....well, maybe I needed a little reassurance there, but that doesn't matter now. There's another check at 32 weeks, March 22, to make sure they didn't miss anything and it's the home stretch after that! WOW. Thank you to everyone for their thoughts and prayers. God does listen.

In other news, I turned THIRTY-ONE a few weeks ago. I really didn't even have any time to let that sink in, but honestly, thirty is the new twenty, so I'm not feeling bad about it one bit. I did kind of feel bad on the day of though because NO ONE called me.seriously. I'm usually not one to need a phone call, but I thought, darn, not even a phone call? I thought that maybe since it was a Saturday everyone was just busy and would remember eventually. But, Anthony did not even want to take me out to eat, he said we would go out on Sunday, and didn't get me a cake. Then, he went to pick up a pizza for dinner and left me there, feeling a little bummed. Madeline was standing at the window, waiting for him to return, and she started yelling, "Pap!, HI, PAP!", I laughed and said she was silly the first few times, then I got up to look... My whole entire family was standing outside with Anthony, bearing cake, decorations, presents!! I couldn't believe it and of course I started crying, hello, I'm pregnant! My husband really knows how to coordinate a sweet surprise. I'm so lucky to have him. So, if this is my thirties, I'm loving it!

It was a Tinkerbell party :)