I feel the need to add a postscript to my last entry. I’m afraid I gave a bad impression of my doctor! who is truly the best of the best, whom I trust completely and totally adore. When I miscarried a couple of years ago, she called me at home each day to see how I was doing. She remembers everything I tell her and always gives the impression that she has plenty of time for me (even when I know she is on the clock just like everyone else) She is total superhero material. She is a nurse midwife, a mother and part of a group at UCSF that gives conscious care to their patients. I am in good hands!
A few hours after posting that entry, my curiosity got the best of me and I called them to confirm my pre-pregnancy weight. Turns out my suspicions were right. The weight I started out with was written wrong in their books. They thought I had gained double what I have actually gained. Her reaction was reasonable. Anyway, it was interesting to watch all of my food issues come up, right there like they were never very far away.
It felt important to go through those weeks and in the end reclaim my joy and trust in my body… I appreciate and love it when you share your stories. I remember them all and have them in my pocket. We are all going through this together in that time-is-not-really-linear kind of way.
Sending you love this weekend and a stumble upon a community garden that you didn’t know about…