Yesterday I met with my midwife. God, I love her! I left my house sweaty and panicky just knowing that something was going to be terribly wrong. I know, how pessimistic, right?
Once I saw my midwife, I started spilling my guts (a.k.a. whining) about how miserable I have started feeling. I told her everything! The spotting, didn't phase her. She said she gets a little nervous if the mothers blood type is negative, but mine isn't. Of course if it lasts a few days she wants to know about it, but apparently it was no big deal. She told me the anxiety about having another early bird was totally legit. She told me to just remind myself that the pregnancy up to this point has been pretty much "textbook" and that it is completely out of my hands and hers. Then she asked if I wanted some Prozac or Wellbutrin. I declined.
Everything else is right on. I gained 4 lbs last month and my blood pressure is still right where it should be (120/63). Now I start visits every 2 weeks, Thank God! She is like a big 'ol dose of Prozac for me. I love her.