Today I had a Dr appt. It was totally unawesome. Meaning that, if you are a woman that has ever had a baby, you realize there was pain, begging, and a little pleading to please end this pregnancy NOW. My Dr., like so many women OBs, was totally unsympathetic, but she decided to give me a little push by doing the whole membrane stripping thing.
Now you are saying, Trisha, why are you telling us this?
Well, other than the fact that *every* post on my blog has been about pregnancy in some way, shape, or form the past 6 months, it’s mainly to remind you how much I realize that having reliable transportation is part of the package of having a baby.
I can still remember having Charlotte and driving her home for the first time.
I sat in the back with her, paranoid, wondering if every little bump would kill her. I have never been so scared in my life. Of course now I realize that a child is about the most resilient thing on the planet, but that doesn’t mean that I wont be hovered over my new little boy the same way wondering if every car that whizzes by really needs to go 5 miles over the speed limit.
