ow.

well. autumn turned to winter and the holidays, and i missed my december and january posts. All was well with me, the hubby and the baby. Yesterday I had a doctor's appointment and they've managed to freak me out completely.
I keep saying to myself, everyone complains about these things, they must be normal. But what if I'm wrong?
Anyway, apparently my baby isn't growing at a rate the doctors would like. As a rational non-pregnant person, I probably would have thought: it makes sense that he's small because I'm small. But as a pregnant woman, even the promise of getting another sneak peak at our little one in a third ultrasound is not worth all the worry.
I'm well aware that everything was fine, and then I went and had a roast beef sandwich (Deli meat is apparently a no-no for pregos), and now I'm going to worry that one stupid sandwich is going to harm my baby. I've made it so far, and now I'm wondering if I just shouldn't have listened to everyone else about how all my complaints were normal, and all pregnant woman go through them. I suppose this is also normal. ARGH!
Mostly I'm just worried about the baby. We don't have a name for him yet (oh - he's a "he" in case I hadn't mentioned that before), and it's so scary that I might not get to meet him at all. I don't think the doctors are that concerned, but this is the first, well second, cause for concern throughout my whole pregnancy.

And then there is work. There is so much work. Two of the four designers in our office quit, and we haven't been able to hire anyone else, or we have hired them and they can't handle the work. The other person in my office isn't there regularly, so it's basically me and our part-time receptionist who can't do any of the work that I do. Then our server died. DIED. As in, we lost all our information because drives weren't mirroring like they were supposed to and the backup tapes apparently haven't backed anything up since 2004. So, in addition to trying to keep up with work, I've got a new project of becoming the IT guru of our office. There have been many a panic attack lately, so it's good that I've been in the office by myself because I keep crying hysterically. Yes, I'm also aware that is a more than common side effect of pregnancy.

At least no random strangers have touched my belly yet. That would totally freak me out. ;)

Well, that was a nice venting session. I feel a little better. Also, wearing Chris' shirts helps because it's like getting an all-day hug. I can't wait for my maternity leave, which, in case anyone wants to countdown with me, begins March 3rd. :)