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Long ago, we booked a trip for the Dominican Republic from May 4-11.  Paisley and my mom will be going too and we've all really been looking forward to it.  (Well, Paisley isn't so much because she doesn't quite get future plans yet!)   A week of lying around on the beach, swimming in the pool and ocean and eating delicious food in a relaxing setting.  What's not to love?!?

Except that I'm becoming more and more paranoid about something going wrong with my pregnancy.  No reason for it.  Maybe it's that I have an ultrasound tomorrow to re-check the whole scary nuchal cord business.  And ultrasounds ALWAYS get me freaked out the week before.  All it takes is one horrifying, mind-numbing, heart-breaking ultrasound when you don't see a heartbeat...

But the point is, I'd be far from home.  Yet I'm at no higher risk for premature labor than anyone else and my chance at 26 weeks is pretty slim.  That's why she wanted me to travel in the 2nd trimester. Of course, I'll talk to my OB about it tomorrow because I definitely need the break.  A week of little-to-no-stress is just what the doctor ordered.  Especially with my mom there to wrangle the crazy toddler who is wearing me out.   And maybe she'll want me to stay close to home, maybe she won't.  I'm going to put the ball in her court.

Thoughts???

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  1. ElizabethApril 19, 2012 at 8:23 PM

    I would definitely see what your doctor says and if she gives you the green light- GO and have an amazing time! (Just make sure you pack plenty of diapers this time- ha!)

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  2. SarahApril 19, 2012 at 8:49 PM

    Go with your gut. Not the paranoia, not the worry, but your real, true, actual gut. The one that has told you both times that you were pregnant before both lines showed up on the test. And of course, listen to your doc too :)

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  3. kkasunApril 20, 2012 at 9:34 AM

    Just do what you think is right. A week of relaxing would be great, but not if you are paranoid the whole time.
    I guess go with what your doctor says!
    Have fun!

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