We sat and sat and sat and sat...and you know what happens the more I sit and wait? (No this is not about potty training :P ) The more I waited for my appointment with the maternal-fetal specialist, the more anxious I got. Well, I guess I was more antsy than anxious.
The Husband was there beside me and a dear sweet friend stayed at home with *I* (and vacuumed my living room...my mother rolled over in her grave, I'm sure, that my living room wasn't picture perfect...but I thank my friend from the bottom of my shame-filled heart.)
My appointment was at 11, I was supposed to get there at 10:30 for admission...and I finally got called back to the room after 12. I paced a little bit while waiting (and started to make plans if the waiting went too much longer as far as childcare etc. because my dear sweet friend had children to get off the bus.)
I did not, like another waiting room resident, go out to the hall and start asking everyone who passed by when she was getting called and so on..I'm not sure whether someone finally took pity on her and called her back or she gave up. (The husband suggested to me that maybe she was getting impatient because her appointment was at 9 ;)...He's good for comic relief. :) )
I thought about leaving, but seeing if everything was OK with the baby girl was too important to me. I did wish I'd brought my knitting though...there are only so many baby magazines I can read...you must have this (overpriced) gadget (ummm, no!), wear this outfit (not with these arms, thank you very much).
So after pacing the waiting room and worrying for the past three weeks....the baby girl looks "dandy". That's exactly what the Dr. said. We even have a three vessel umbilical cord. :) The tech at the radiology office evidently made an inconclusive statement which is what got us the level 2 u/s...and here I was all panicked for 3 weeks about something that wasn't even an issue. Do you hear the angels singing Hallelujah? I kind of thought I did. There were no visible issues. Those are my words, no one else's. (The Dr. did say everything look normal, my word is visible.)
I guess what I'm saying is that while I am walking on air and letting myself get excited about my daughter (because we got confirmation of the gender too) I recognize that we still face unknowns with her, just like we face unknowns with our boys... ourselves too, for that matter.
Some say the only guarantees in life are death and taxes. I look at it differently. I am 100% sure, no matter what, God is walking alongside. No matter what else I face, faith gets me through (especially when I have people who model God in my life.)
I am so thankful for the kindness and prayers. We're truly excited to welcome our baby girl into the world (even if they did move my due date back a week or so :P).