Appointment #8 - Those Magic Words

I went to The Doctor this morning. As much as I wrack my brain for questions to ask her, there are none for me to express. The concerns that I really have are ones she can't answer anyway: Will I have a natural childbirth? Will my baby be healthy? Can I work from home? Will my kid be fortunate enough to attend Lusher or will we have to fork out big bucks for Sacred Heart? Is it morally reprehensible for me not to consider our neighborhood public school?

I didn't gain any weight within the last two weeks which is fantastic considering that I ate my way through last week and the stress that accompanied it. My blood pressure was higher than normal but The Doctor didn't say anything about it. It could have been that it was a different nurse and a different arm. Heartbeat was good and The Doctor seemed to think she could feel the head in a non-breech position. The baby has a head!

Then the doctor did me a huge favor without even knowing it. She said something so simple to me, the three words that I've been longing to hear:

"Everything looks great."