Red River Rally
So this happened today:
I took this picture for my husband who I feel should stay abreast of my every bodily function since I’m nearly 36 weeks pregnant. Ain’t he the lucky one?
I am quite taken aback by a nosebleed as the last one I remember I had in the fourth grade. It was during Mass and it struck when the incense wafted by my pew. I stemmed the flow with a missalette. My father was not amused.
When driving to pick up Arlo I imagined myself suffering a brain aneurism and dying on the side of the road – the obvious conclusion to a nosebleed. And I was okay with it. I took comfort in that I had done everything I possibly could to give my son the best start in life and with a very healthy pregnancy reaching full term my daughter would be okay too.
Huh.
Stressed much about this upcoming labor and birth? Nahhhhh…….
You’re an amazing woman – you’ll be all good :). Actually I imagine you being super chilled during birth (well as chilled as you can be in that amount of pain).
Chill…chill…chill…that should be my birth mantra!