Information Onslaught

So your dad has been the one having little mini panic attacks every now and then since we discovered your existence, and I've been the voice of reason. Saying things like, "People worse off than us have babies all the time." I had myself convinced that you are here, you're going to develop and be born, and there is no stopping it, so my plan was to just stay calm and take things as they came. After all, I've heard stories of women having babies in toilets, without even knowing they're pregnant. So, certainly, someone who is aware of the fact that she's pregnant, went into it willingly, and is starting to educate herself on the different stages of pregnancy will be OK, right? That's what I thought until I went to my first doctor's appointment.

It was just an "education" session, and I realize now... I know nothing. There are tests, classes, and tours. Lists of even more do's and don'ts. Words I've never heard of. And she kept saying "at your age." She pushed pills and papers at me. She talked and turned pages too fast. I only remembered to ask two of my questions. One having to do with sex, so just never you mind. The other was regarding the H1N1 flu shot, and I still don't know what to do. I left with bags of prenatal vitamins, folders full of papers, pamphlets to read, and forms to fill out. And I went straight to Taco Bell.

Luckily, your dad took over. He read pamphlets, researched the different tests, and started a personal relationship with our insurance company. Yesterday he gave me the short, slow version of what the fast forward nurse at the doctor's office told me. I can breathe again.