My New OB

So today I met with my new primary OB. I am not sure what the point of seeing two OBs is, but I will go with it. I have been told the high risk OB is really for the baby because I am not high risk, thus I need to continue routine care with the regular OB. My issue with this is that I will be paying someone big bucks to measure my belly with a tape measure and listen to a heartbeat that will likely be looked at on an ultrasound the next week. Nevertheless, I did like my new doctor. Despite being there for 2 hours, he was very nice and funny. I like humor and often need it, especially now. The only "bad thing" he had for me was that my blood pressure is starting to creep up. He thinks I should increase my dose of bp meds, which I will begin doing tonight. As far as appointment go, my next round will be on the 17th when I meet with high risk OB, regular OB, and also get a fetal echo. So.. that will be a BUSY day, but at least it is all on one day.

On another note I am having a few "bad days" lately. My mother says I am being negative but I feel like I am trying to be prepared. I have decided to read as much as I can about CDH, and yes, that includes the babies that don't make it. Obviously, I don't want that to be the case, but I do feel like I cannot think about it ever. My dad is alot like me and has also been reading other mother's blogs. I think he understands what a journey CDH can be. We were talking about it the other night- how for alot of babies the initial hospital stay is only the beginning. I don't really think the rest of my family, even my husband, completely understands this. And for now, that is okay.

I am really excited about moving to the new office at work. Since I am almost in my 7th month, people can really tell I am pregnant. It has been hard working in a big office because only about 10-15 people really know that there is a complication. The rest have no clue. It seems like once a day I have this conversation.
Person A: When are you due?
Me: March 10th
Person A: Aww, are you having a boy or a girl?
Me: A boy
Person A: Is that what you were hoping for?
Me: We didn't really care.
Person A: Yeah, as long as the baby is healthy that is all that matters.
Me: Umm.. yeah.

I HATE THAT CONVERSATION!!! What is even worse is that I am sure I have said those words as well. I promise to NEVER say "as long as the baby is healthy" again. You know, you never know what other people are going through and it hurts every time someone says that. I start to get jealous of the other women who are having healthy babies. I know that we will be able to give Maxton something that other mothers can't give him- our love, but I just wish that I knew what was going to happen. It's hard not knowing. I want to be excited about being pregnant, and most days I am... but some days I am so scared. I do feel like I am doing a good job remaining positive. I think I just needed to vent a little today. :-) Anyways, as always, we want to thank everyone for reading and thinking/praying for us. It really does mean alot!!