Paranoia

I'm sure that most of you know that I'm a worrier. I come from a long line of worriers and I think that the gene amplifies when you become a mommy. Well, the worry gene was acting up this weekend. On Friday I spent the day teaching a CPR/AED and First Aid class to a few colleagues. I didn't feel Zoey moving around a whole lot but figured it was just because I was moving around a lot and not really paying attention as much. Well, Friday night I paid more attention and didn't feel her moving around much more at all... maybe one small flutter and that was it. Needless to say, I worried.

The next day I figured I would feel more movement. I drank some juice and ate some sugary foods expecting to wake her up but nothing worked. I would occasionally feel a little flutter or two but it was like in the early stages where I wasn't sure if it was actually her or just gas. I wrote it off as her moving into a different position and I just wasn't feeling them the same. I drank some root beer beer because that has ALWAYS made her active in the past but I still only had some slight flutters. I figured if it persisted I'd call my OB on Monday.

Today started out the same, no movement when I woke up, nothing after breakfast, not much during the day. Then this afternoon as I laid on the couch with the kitties, she decided to make up for lost time. She has been kicking me like crazy! I guess she just needed a break for a few days to change positions or whatever she was doing but is now right back to kicking the crap outta my bladder. Way to go honey, thanks for making mommy worry for nothing. I guess I'd better get used to this...