Special thanks to those who noticed I have been dodging the bullet. I post about everything but my baby in the makes.
I am a little afraid sometimes to post good news. I have some in my pocket, but I have been sitting on it. As soon as I hit publish, what if it all takes a turn? I don't think it will or at least I am getting a little stronger thinking that every day.
I had an OB appointment last week. The SCH is smaller, about half the size it was the week prior. OB is ready to put this behind her. She thinks we are on the road to recovery or maybe we are pretty much there. I am going back in this week to follow up on it just because she is good to me.
I have some real luck with doctors. Nothing will ever compare to my RE or to my acupuncturist, but OB is earning more of my dedication as this progresses. She has a daughter who is one year old that goes to the same school as Toddlerina. OB has caught me in the parking lot, slyly checking to see no one was looking, and asked after my pregnancy before I was released from the RE. She is good that way.
At our appointment, we were talking about VBAC options. What could push me one way or the other. Did I want to try. Did I want another c-section. My babies seem to have really large heads.
(Cue: car screeching sound after about 10 minutes into the conversation.)
Uh, are we talking about a birth plan.
Well, uh, yes, we are.
Uh, Roccie. You are going to have a baby.
What are you talking about.
Laughs, but not meanly.
Are you sure we should be talking about this yet.
Yes, Roccie. Nothing is ever guaranteed to us, but I believe this is going to happen for you.
Ok, then I think we need to start this whole conversation from the top because I just couldn't hear a damn thing you said.
Fade to black.