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charloftTell us about two times the weather refused to cooperate.
It's cold and kind of overcast in Los Angeles today. Or at least, I feel like it's cold. Maybe that's because I have my first prenatal doctor's appointment today and I'm pretty sure I'm letting it get the better of me.
But even though I know that, I can't stop feeling that way. It's too easy for me to remember the years that Chris and I tried so hard to conceive - the dozens of negative pregnancy tests, the doctor's appointments, the nights he consoled me that everything would be okay and I had to convince him that I didn't blame him.
Then when I finally got pregnant with Wes, we worried constantly that something would happen. If there's such a thing as helicopter pregnancy we definitely did it.
So here I am, on the way to my doctor's office shivering even though I'm wearing a jacket and the heater is on in the car. It was just supposed to be me taking the afternoon off, but now Clay is coming with me because he's seen me almost want to cry for six hours and he wants to support me. He's going to be the best godfather this baby could ask for.
I just wish the weather wasn't contributing to my terrible mood.
When Wes was born, it was the most perfect day you could ask for. Bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Then the day we brought him home from the hospital, fifteen minutes after we got home it started pouring rain. Even going downstairs it just felt damp and cold as hell. We wound up staying in the nursery with him all day.
But when you're holding your newborn in your arms, bad weather is the last thing on your mind.
Karen Donahue | OC
It's cold and kind of overcast in Los Angeles today. Or at least, I feel like it's cold. Maybe that's because I have my first prenatal doctor's appointment today and I'm pretty sure I'm letting it get the better of me.
But even though I know that, I can't stop feeling that way. It's too easy for me to remember the years that Chris and I tried so hard to conceive - the dozens of negative pregnancy tests, the doctor's appointments, the nights he consoled me that everything would be okay and I had to convince him that I didn't blame him.
Then when I finally got pregnant with Wes, we worried constantly that something would happen. If there's such a thing as helicopter pregnancy we definitely did it.
So here I am, on the way to my doctor's office shivering even though I'm wearing a jacket and the heater is on in the car. It was just supposed to be me taking the afternoon off, but now Clay is coming with me because he's seen me almost want to cry for six hours and he wants to support me. He's going to be the best godfather this baby could ask for.
I just wish the weather wasn't contributing to my terrible mood.
When Wes was born, it was the most perfect day you could ask for. Bright and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. Then the day we brought him home from the hospital, fifteen minutes after we got home it started pouring rain. Even going downstairs it just felt damp and cold as hell. We wound up staying in the nursery with him all day.
But when you're holding your newborn in your arms, bad weather is the last thing on your mind.
Karen Donahue | OC
