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<\/a><\/p>\nOne day I became light-headed while at lunch from work with a coworker. I was scared. He was scared. I stepped outside. It didn\u2019t stop. He drove me to emergency room. Long story short I was fine, the baby was fine, but I disclosed to the staff that I am an anxious person. I went on to talk about how I am always worried something is wrong and I can really whip myself into a frenzy. I said something about worrying being my life motto and the doctor said \u201ctime to get a new life motto.\u201d And he was right. The next few months of my pregnancy were more peaceful. I tried to focus on enjoying the time and preparing for baby.<\/p>\n
Last week I started spotting. I know that it is really important to consult with professionals who know your individual situation when something goes wrong. But instead of calling the midwife I consulted Google. So naturally I was convinced that I was dying. When I did make the call to the midwife (who knows me well as she is my primary caregiver in this pregnancy and has access to medical records and knows my first birth story) she told me that based on what happened it could be due to about 100 benign things and I was in no way dying. She also added to stay the hell off of Google.<\/p>\n Those moments of terror led me to reflect on my initial pregnancy versus this one. By \u201cworking\u201d up until the day before being induced I mean that I showed up at my office once a day. I actually slept in until about 10am, got dressed, drove to work, sat in my office, walked around a bit and went home a few hours later. The people I worked with were so worried that I would go into labor in front of them (how dare I!?) that they were happy to have me coming late and leaving early. Once home I sat on the couch, watched TV, read books, ate food that my husband delivered to me and then went to bed.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n