Well, for lack of a better title, this one will have to suffice. Most friends and family already know I am pregnant with Newmark baby #2 via the virtues of social media outlets like Facebook. I am currently 19 weeks and 2 days and doing pretty well. Much of the pregnancy has gone by more quickly than the last, owing to the 3 year old that fills my days with such joy and distracts me from the growing sister brewing in my belly. (Yes, another girl!)
Another part of the ease of the pregnancy is that it has essentially been a mirror image of my last, so having done this once definitely provides me with a sense of calm. I've just spent the last while reading entries made during my prior pregnancy, and I can feel the stress oozing out of the page as I read (and re-live) those words. This time, although the complexity and risk of the pregnancy is essentially the same (if not more, for certain reasons) I guess I'm just able to relish in the fact that we (my husband, myself, and my doctor) have gotten me through this once before, and I take comfort in that. It goes without saying that I also have Sadie, so there is a small (slightly cynical, slightly realistic) part of me that knows regardless of the outcome of this pregnancy, I have already won in this life.
Well into my second trimester, I feel this little one move, Jason can feel it move, the discomforts of the first trimester are gone, the cerclage is securely in place (since 12 weeks or so), I've been on bedrest for nearly two months already, and the contractions have already started. The contractions are similar to how they were at this point in the last pregnancy, mostly irregular, mostly painless, and terribly annoying. No trips yet to the hospital for monitoring, and no hours of sleep lost yet to contraction counting; and because of all of that, the bedrest is more like house arrest (with slightly fewer limitations). Feeling grateful that the last sentence is true.
And I have a plan.
I don't know why a plan is so important, but it is. There are those that can go to the grocery store without a list, but I am NOT one of them. I decided to try to go to med school approximately six YEARS before I applied. Yes, I am a planner. I must have a plan to maintain sanity, even if it doesn't work out. And this time around, I have one.
Here's my plan: progesterone shots + indocin until 32 weeks. Then come what may. 32 weeks is a good number (not perfect, not near term, but enough). Earlier than that is not in my plan, and therefore, will not happen, of course. And you know what that means? I am well over half done. Hooray for all of us, lets ride this minimal contractions wave as long as we can!
