I finally mustered the will (and courage) to visit my OB yesterday. I had some concerns that I’ve been delaying for weeks due to the holidays and recent family emergency. But in accordance to the New Year-New Me shiznits, I decided to be a responsible adult and go to the clinic.
Consultation was good and I felt at ease with my OB’s assessment. Google is mighty helpful in life but sometimes it can really make you paranoid when you type in symptoms on the search bar. In times like this, it’s always best to consult a professional.
I was asked to take some meds, exercise caution (haha!), and go back for another checkup after a month. Crossing my fingers that nothing serious is happening in my baby factory center. I don’t want to start this year with another sickness. I think I’ve reached my sickness quota last year so I should get a free pass for this year, right?
After the checkup, I went over to the pharmacy to get the meds that my OB prescribed and my prenatal vitamins.
Yes, I started taking them again as part of my New Year-New Me shiznits pregnancy preparation. I’m not heavily pressuring myself to get pregnant again but I decided to start early on with the vitamins to ensure my body’s fully prepared when it happens again. Cris and I also started a mini-project on physical fitness which I’m planning to share here soon.
My first pregnancy, which sadly didn’t push through, was a complete surprise to us both so I was a little late on the preps. I only started taking vitamins when it was confirmed via surprise ultrasound. That story was funny but it deserves another entry. 😉
I was also not advised to exercise since I’ve had a sedentary lifestyle prior to said pregnancy. This really haunted me during my dark days of recovery. I felt I wasn’t at my best health which contributed to Ezra’s chromosomal abnormalities.
I know, I know… I shouldn’t blame myself. It can happen to anyone and it just wasn’t meant to be. But to be honest, you get these thoughts sometimes…
This time around, I feel it’s my responsibility to ensure everything’s good for the upcoming baby.
I read somewhere that planning for a baby is parallel to inviting guests over. You treat your body as if it’s your house. Before the guests arrive, you clean what is needed to be cleaned, fix what should be fixed, and always, always take out the trash. You don’t want your guests arriving to a cluttered and dirty house, do you?
So here’s to planning, hoping, and getting results. Our current mantra is:
If The Pollies are healthy, then so will Tadpolly. 🤦🏻♂️🤦🏻♀️