I had a physical yesterday, and an OB well-woman visit last week.
The OB exam felt weird–it was one of the only times I’ve visited an OB and not been pregnant.
I used to be very afraid of doctor visits, and avoid them. I must have inherited that fear from my parents, who were the same way.
Neither checkup was a big deal. I’m glad I’ve overcome my anxiety.
The doctor was very pleased that I’ve brought my BMI just about into the normal range, although it’s still at the high end of normal. She says that ideally though, I should be in the middle of the normal range with a weight in the 130-140 lb range. I am proud of myself.
I’ve been sick this week with a bad cold.
My baby turns 18 months tomorrow.
As far as having come a long way, that kind of cuts both ways. I can’t believe I’ve been alive for 37 years…it seems like such a long time to do anything at all.
Since having kids, and since the loss of my dad, I’ve started to feel old, and like the best times of my life are behind me.
There won’t be any more kids, for one thing. We can’t manage more. So I feel kind of sad that I’ll never have a newborn again. Sometimes I wonder where my life went. I guess what ought to have been the best parts of my life all got squished together: People date, marry, have one child, have another–the process takes a while. For me it all happened in about two years, and was interspersed with my mom’s cancer diagnosis and my dad’s diagnosis and death six months later.
Maybe it’s that I’m nearing 40; if I die at the same age that my dad recently did, I passed the halfway point a few years ago and am already over the hill. Seeing my parents the last few years struggle with cancer, it scares me that the second half of my own life might be like that. Things like youth and good health, in the first half of my life I took for granted and didn’t really appreciate or enjoy. And maybe they won’t be there in the second half.
Anyway, other than that feeling, life goes on. It is stressful as always–my husband got a fellowship in another part of the country. I don’t know what to do about that. I guess we’ll figure it out.