Hurricane Dennis spared us much. We really do have the sense of having dodged a bullet this time. But, of course, hurricane season is not over until November.
I had my second check in with the new doctor. He is very laid back, sort of the nerdy professor type. He has astutely picked up on my sense of worry and answers all my questions with precise measurements and some theoretical reassurance. I am happy that he is monitoring me frequently though I do get worried and paranoid before each visit.
I tried explaining my worry to hubby just today. It's like a leftover trauma from the triplets. Back then, I walked in for what I thought was a normal appointment and my world came crashing down. The end result was holding my children as they died in our arms days later. Unfortunately that sense of impending doom has now stuck with me and haunts me at each turn.
It's still hard to believe that this is going to end like I want it to. I scurry along with the hope that Gabe will be a healthy, adorable, most charming individual who will make a respectable contribution to the world. As long as I focus on that, I'm okay.
Almost 25 weeks and happy to be this far...
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