I had a follow-up appointment today after this weekend’s debacle. I’m good (to go)! I was so anxious going into the doctor’s office - my heart was racing and my breathing was abnormally shallow. One of the more frightening things I’ve experienced is being responsible for someone else’s well-being and overall health and feeling like you’ve failed them.

But alas, I am good! My larabebe is good!

And now that I have that peace of mind I’m struck with the realization that I have approximately six weeks to go before meeting my mini human. This is so crazy to me! My mind was racing earlier - wonder where I should take her for a nice summer holiday? Do you think she needs more leggings? What about a bathing suit? What size would she be in a bathing suit? Are bikinis skanky for a four-month old?

And then I remembered we still don’t have a car seat and that should probably come before a bonnet (baby’s eyes are sensitive!).