Today (or possibly tomorrow) is the anniversary of V’s conception. I wish I could think of something profound to say about it – but I feel like I’ve sort of exhausted the potential for profound ruminations about this year vs. last year. I did finally have my post-partum check-up, though – nearly 4 months after the fact. I asked the doc about trying for #2, about chances of a VBAC, about chances of hypertension again (which he put at something like 15%), and about the fibroid that they’d found. He didn’t even remember the fibroid – had to look it up. He said that it was actually smallish, only about 2 cm across, and the location of it was the least problematic. For all the rest of it, there are mathematical probabilities but it’s basically another big fat unknown.
On the other hand, I’ve lost 3 lbs.
Something concretely measurable.