Biggest fear staring me in the face, Woo-saaah.

It is Friday, 9 days away from D-Day, with a couple of incidents of "is this it" moments already under our belt. One thing that bothered me about last weekend's visit to OB Triage was learning that my Doc was on call last weekend, clearly indicating he would NOT be this weekend (he is a private practice that shares On Call time with 3 or so other OB/GYNs).  Let me describe the importance of this fact.

Doc M has been my only "lady" doctor. I have seen him for 12 years since I was 16 years old.  He is both my mom and my gramma's Doc and performed my mom's hysterectomy when I was in high school.  In fact, I believe I first started seeing him the same year he took over my mom's OB/GYN's practice who happened to be the doctor who delivered me back in 1985!

He is an incredible doctor, arguably the best in our area. Even with the underlying FSU/UF opposition (he's a UF grad), there is a mutual respect (which doesn't happen too often between FSU/UF rivals). Kevin has become comfortable which, before meeting Doc M, he was not exactly thrilled about regularly spending time at a Lady's doctor's office. Obviously over the last couple of months it has felt like a second home. As uptight and anxious of a person that I am, Doc M has the uncanny ability to ease my nerves, which Kevin has made sure to verbalize that he wish he knew how to do.

These next 2.5 days will absolutely drag by. I told Kevin I will not be doing ANYTHING! NOTHING!  I would be absolutely devastated if Doc M is not there for our little one's birth. I keep trying to tell myself that as long as Baby is healthy all will be ok, but it's certainly tough to ignore.

Woooo-saaaah.  Time to start some relaxation techniques. 68 hours to go.