Thursday, September 3, 2009

"Don't worry that she will be more than 9 pounds, you can handle it..."

That's what my doctor said to me the other day when she was measuring me to see how BIG little Libby is projected to be.
"Yeah, your body is used to it. It's not like you are going from having a 4- or 5-pounder to a 9-pounder. Your body will know what to do. Don't worry."
Um, if we know this, can't we prevent it by, say, having her earlier?? Just because I have had big babies in the past doesn't mean I want to birth another one. Hell, just because I know from experience that running in the middle of the street could get me hit by a car doesn't mean I'm gonna go do it again!
(Didn't happen, but you get my point).
I love my doctor, but this moment was not one of her best.

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The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
The Girl Who Played with Fire
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest
My Sister's Keeper
Nineteen Minutes
The Pact
The Tenth Circle
Change of Heart
Keeping Faith
Handle with Care
House Rules
More Than It Hurts You
Amy and Isabelle
A Prayer for Owen Meany
A Widow for One Year
The 158-Pound Marriage
To the Lighthouse
Between the Acts
A Room of One's Own, and Three Guineas
The Help

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