So here was the belly in all its glory at 24 weeks. I had finally begun to feel pregnant. I used to be able to basically do whatever I wanted and now the body definitely slows me down. Some days are better than others, and some days I feel like a 90-year-old woman. I guess that's just par for the course, and in the end will be worth it.
I had started to have "new mom neurotic syndrome". Not for one minute had it escaped my mind that Baby T's due date of February 3 was in the middle of cold and flu season. The very thought of taking Baby T out in public for people to meet her filled me with panic, and nursing school was not helping. We don't learn about healthy people. In the nursing world, they don't exist! I was going to try my best and keep myself in check. I had heard about a girl who made everyone get a whooping cough vaccine before they could come in her home to see the baby, family included. Not a bad idea, but I didn't want to be "that girl". So while I might still be mentally maladjusted, I am going to do my best to not let it overtake every decision of my day. But when you come to see Baby T do not forget to wash your hands, use hand sanitizer, wear a surgical mask, bring a recent complete blood count and urinalysis please.
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