35 Weeks and all is well

This past week has been incredibly busy, with lots of blogable moments that I'm not quite sure I'll ever get the time to write about.

What's on my mind at the moment is how delighted I am that I've made it to 35 weeks. This is a landmark because this is the point in pregnancy that I lost my first son, Ian. This loss still haunts me and I vividly remember just how anxious I was at his point in my pregnancy with Liam. This time I'm feeling more confident in the sustainability of this pregnancy and in my body's ability to handle it. And while I'm experiencing all that last trimester exhaustion and crankiness, I can't say I'm having anything, but a normal pregnancy. My blood pressure is a tiny high, it stepped up at about my 28th week, but it has remained steady since. I'm monitoring it and my weight, for water retention, daily. As long as I pace myself I'm feeling pretty good. However, as I drove in for my appointment today I did have to to actively still my mind, as I do for each of these check ups.

My reflective mood led me to do a little browsing at my posts from late pregnancy with Liam. Particularly, these that I wrote at 34 weeks and 37 weeks. I've been wondering recently how bad things really did get last time and how much I was just a victim of cya medicine. I can't say that I've reached a conclusion yet. I'm not sure if I ever will. For the moment, I am so glad that I am now more confident, better informed and able to advocate for myself and, of course, really do seem to be having a healthier pregnancy all around, whatever the reason.