I’m not fretting too much about this stuff, but it’s taking up space in my brain so I thought I’d put it somewhere else.
- I’m worried that if I spend 40 weeks totally exhausted (which seems to be the way this is going) I will be already tired when I go into the newborn-tired phase. And that’s not good for someone who’s attempting to avoid once again turning into a raging lunatic.
- I’m not even sure I’m going to get to 40 weeks. If all my wishing for this to be over happens to work I won’t. Which isn’t how it works, I know. So maybe I’m just dreading 16 more weeks of feeling like crap.
- I’m not sure if I’m up for all the baby stuff again. (I know. Too late, right?)
- I’m worried I’m going to have another breech baby.
- I’m a little concerned that if I do end up with another scheduled c-section I won’t be as okay with it as I’m trying to prepare myself to be.
- I’m afraid I’ll be disappointed in myself and how I handle labour if I do get to experience that this time.
- I’m afraid that, no matter what happens, the new-baby stuff will result in me being an absolutely awful mother to Connor.
- I’m dreading all the icky postpartum stuff – sore boobs, sore incision, hair loss, night sweats. (Oh wait, I get night sweats now. (Thanks, meds.) So I guess I dread that getting worse. Or never, EVER going away.)
- I’m worried that the recently-discovered marginal cord insertion issue I have is more of a concern than my midwife is making it out to be. (This is when the umbilical cord is inserted into the side of the placenta instead of the middle, and it can affect the baby’s growth. Anyone have any experience with that?)
- Despite #9, I’m worried that I’m measuring small because my being on medication is making this baby small.
And bonus #11: I’m worried that this many worries is a sign that I get to deal with mucho anxiety this time as well as the potential for rage/depression/general craziness.
Sigh.
