Let the worry begin!

From the moment we knew we were pregnant, we realized that we were embarking on a journey of worry. Even if we got past the first trimester, there were still two trimesters to go, and even if we got past those, there was a kid to raise and not screw up.

On Tuesday evening, Sarah grabbed my hand and pushed it against her stomach. There was something hard in there and, she reported, it hurt. The pain did not subside over the next day, so we got an emergency appointment with the obstetrician this morning. Dr Thompson barely put her hand on Sarah's stomach before she declared, "It's a fibroid."

We knew Sarah had a fibroid—we'd seen it on our very first sonogram at seven weeks—but it never occurred to us that it could get so big or cause so much discomfort. The good news (if you could call it that) is that it wasn't anything worse, like a hernia, which would have required surgery. Instead, the fibroid requires we just control the pain with slightly stronger Tylenol. It also means that a C-section is a strong possibility for delivery.

Sarah took the prescription Tylenol this afternoon and said that it helped the pain. Hopefully, it won't be more than a couple days of this. Evidently, this generally subsides after the second trimester. The worry, on the other hand, the worry lasts a lifetime.