I'm Having an Affair With My Pillow

I sleep with a Snoogle, and that means I kind of sleep alone.

It is phenomenal for pregnant ladies and encompasses all the back support, leg elevation, and roll-over prevention that one could wish for. It also splits the bed pretty evenly down the middle, which means once I get in that bed, I can't really even see over the pillow to the beautiful man who is slumbering there beside me. And, since Burt loves the pillow too, the three of us (Burt, the pillow, and I) tend to hog the covers to one side of the bed. Once I am tucked in there (which takes a minute or two, what with all the propping, tucking, and wrestling), I tend to not want to move, so I flail an arm or a leg over to Scott's side to say goodnight. Then, once we're all asleep, I noisily untangle myself to use the bathroom 3-18 times every night. Ahhhhh, sleepy time. 

I can't wait to add our baby boy to the mix!

Why I Cried Today or My Faulty Placenta or Marginal Previa

At my last appointment I was diagnosed with Marginal or Partial Previa, which basically means that my placenta is partially covering my cervix. My doctor did not seem too concerned, which was reassuring, but as soon as we left the office and started doing research on the condition, I realized that there was so much more to it than she had mentioned. I immediately panicked and refused to call my mother right away as I usually do after every appointment, and waited until we were in a public place where I thought my chances of crying would be reduced due to the number of people. I misjudged my own ability at self-control. I got through the first 3 seconds of greetings, but upon hearing my mother's voice I burst into tears and had to give the phone to Scott, who told my mom the news. She stayed calm for him and then when I was ready to talk again and the phone was handed back, she started crying when she heard my voice and then we started all over again. The waiter kept peeking over to see if we needed anything, and I'm sure he was terribly uncomfortable, because what we really needed was to have had that conversation not there. And chocolate would have helped.

I am easily prone to panic.  

So my mother did more research, as did we, and found out that partial previa usually corrects itself by the later months of pregnancy. Should I start bleeding, then we would have more to worry about. If my faulty placenta does not correct itself and move over to where to should be, then there is a chance I will need a c-section, or I could deliver early. If my cranky placenta refuses to budge I may need to go on bed rest, and as it is I am supposed to take things easy, not lift a lot, etc. So far my doctor has not said anything about pelvic rest, and Scotty and I are very grateful for that. :)

Eventually I calmed down, but I still worry.