Prayer

I had a bit of a freak out a couple nights ago because I weighed myself and saw a significant weight gain (too much in one week), which can be a symptom of preeclampsia.  In my worry, I go online to look up more information of what to expect with pre-e and end up freaking myself out.  There were tears and worries and what-ifs.  I was just hit with the realization that if I develop pre-e and it's serious enough, I would have to deliver our baby early.  And the idea of having a preemie just felt daunting and overwhelming and I kept thinking, "We don't even have a crib yet!"  Thank God Adam is able to be calm and level-headed when I can't be, and he assured me that no matter what we would be fine.  I called my OB the next morning, and he assured me that since I had no other symptoms I was ok and didn't need to go in.  I have an appointment with him next week anyway, so he said that as long as I still feel well and no other symptoms develop that I can wait until then to see him, which really helped calm my worries.

Yet again I am learning how precious life is and how we can't take a single day of good health for granted.  I need her to stay healthy and keep growing and am just praying that we make it to 38 weeks and I'll be happy.  As for now, I just need to stay relaxed and keep my blood pressure stable.  So I treated myself to a mani-pedi today and have started the real shopping for baby stuff (just in case she decides to make an early appearance).  We've been staying prayerful that I don't develop pre-e, and that in the event that I do, we will be prepared.  I hate feeling so fragile all the time, but faith keeps us grounded and we just have to trust that everything will be okay.