#200 and Life inside my Womb

I'll be honest and say that while I'm sleepy and crampy and feeling quite blah, I wanted to come on and say that this is my 200th blog post. So, that's pretty cool.

What's not that cool is how the past few days have gone. Starting on Saturday. Friday was pretty great.

On Friday, I had a doctors appointment where he was able to hear the heartbeat with the handheld dopplar. I've been handing morning evening sickness, back/muscle aches, and intense exhaustion. I slept for 16 hours on Friday. Bed at 8:30, work for 2 hours at 3:30, and then back to sleep until 2pm on Saturday afternoon, which I think broke any other record I've held these past 28 years.

Saturday evening though, I found myself in a deep "death rattle/whooping" cough, trying to dislodge some of my congestion. And, a half hour later, I went to the restroom found more blood that I'm happy with.

Of course, I know the coughing probably caused it (and it has subsided) but I hate the fact that it's coupled with persistent abdominal cramps (that I keep hearing are my womb basically having growing pains). Since I will be heading in this afternoon for our high-risk doctor and NT scan appointment, I'll be able to ask all sorts of fun questions. And I'm sure, hear a lot about how my blood thinners are affecting things "down there".

Talking with the women at church helped, who reminded me that while I might not necessarily look pregnant or feel like I need to slow down, I do. To be kind and gentle with my body, as it's learning how to care for and carry around a whole other person. To go slow, and pay attention to how I am feeling. I imagine my uterus, while being designed to do this and knowing how to handle the growing baby, is also freaking out that it won't stop growing. I mean, I am astonished how it in these weeks just keeps doubling in size every week. If I were my uterus, I would definitely be a bit overwhelmed.

Praying for a 11.5 week sized baby, who wiggles around the screen. Also, for the NT scan to have all the good results to show that the baby won't have to suffer with Downs Syndrome or pass away early with any of the trisomy disorders. These things aren't in my hands, but I can't help being a little anxious to see a little heartbeat and then also, for the tests to go well.

So tell me...
Have you ever dealt with any of these fears?
Did you find it hard to slow down and "be kind to yourself"?

                 
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