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Baby Steps

So. The nerves are a little shot. I am excited. And scared. Elated, yet anxious. Conditions are ripe for cautious optimism. Earlier today I met with a new ob/gyn. The one who delivered the little man moved out of state, and the one I saw with the last pregnancy…well, she was a nice enough lady, but not very good at delivering bad news…and there are too many negative associations with that experience that I just don’t want to go there (literally or figuratively). The specialist I met today works out of our family clinic, and had been clued in to our situation by my regular doc before I arrived, which was helpful. We cut to the chase right away, and she assured me that I am on top of things. By taking the mega-doses of folic acid ahead of time I am greatly decreasing our chances of conceiving another baby with a neural tube defect…but because this has happened before, we are at a higher risk (than the general population) of it happening again. So it was one of those good news/bad news visits, which is better than bad news/bad news. We cliqued upon meeting and throughout our conversation I grew to like her even more. I could easily see her as a partner in crime (the husband being the other partner, of course)…a crucial member of our baby-making troika, if you will. If we decide to give it another go, this time around we’re going to need a doc with steadier nerves. And I am happy to report that I’ve found the woman for the job.