A day at the races

This morning was my doctor's appointment, and we had an uneventful drive up to Erie and arrived with time to spare. Mike and Ev dropped me off--I sent them to Best Buy with instructions to pick me up in an hour because I didn't want Evan terrorizing the waiting room.

The appointment itself was the shortest one I've ever had I think--the doctor was on time, and I was examined and we had a nice chat and I was done by 11:15. So I killed a half hour wandering around St. V's lobby and gift shop before I met Mike and we headed to the new Delta Sonic and back to Meadville.

I suppose you all want to know what the doctor said.

Basically, we've been given the green light to try for another baby. The doctor seems to think that since I've been so healthy since Evan was born (or healthy for the most part)--eating better, being active, no signs of an underlying hypertensive problem--that the chances I'll get preeclampsia again are pretty slim. I think she said there's about a 15% chance. She said there's nothing we can do ahead of time to keep the disease at bay, and really nothing we can do when I get pregnant aside from watching me very closely. That's why I've chosen to stay with my Erie doctors--though the commute sucks, I trust them and feel comfortable because they know me and how things went with Ev, so I think I'd feel better with them on a second go around. They'll be watching for signs of pre-e from day one.

So now we have a decision to make. I was secretly hoping that the doctor would say it's too dangerous to have another child--that way we could just accept that and move on and not have to make this decision ourselves. But it didn't happen like that, so Mike and I have even more discussing to do. It's a lot to think about.