Being Retrospective in the Countdown

As I suspected, my doctor was utterly unconcerned about my crippled leg and my scabbed up arms. He barely had time to notice me today, except to unwrap a chocolate kiss for my daughter. Today was my second to last doctor's appointment before baby comes.  Weird to think that, for a man I feel I know so well these last nine months, I will no longer be seeing him, save for one time a year, once I give birth. You go to the doctor a lot when you're pregnant.  Every test, every blood draw, every sonogram in this pregnancy has revealed healthy, normal results. I am lucky and will be giving thanks tomorrow for that.  My doctor's non concern for me is rubbing off on me. It has helped me stay calm throughout this pregnancy, when it would have been so easy to freak out.  Freak out because of my age and all the high risks that go along with it. I am having an amazingly safe and stellar pregnancy in a 46-year old body. I can't believe it. I really can't. In the first trimester I didn't breathe. In the second, I relaxed a little. In the third, I have done a little of both, but mostly really relaxed.  I have been even a bit risque at times, when perhaps some fortysomething year-olds would have played it super safe (as I did in my 42 year-old pregnancy). I snorkeled, drink caffeinated tea sometimes, exercised in gyms (but not enough and not anymore!!), take care of play with my cat, ride public transportation in a city full of germs, use cleaning supplies to clean my apartment (but I try not to breathe in the fumes. I am switching to "green" cleaning supplies as soon as possible), pick up my 40-pound daughter every day for hugs and kisses, pick up boxes, bend over, squat down to pick things up. These things may sound trivial and harmless, but knowing me in my first trimester, I am surprised I did anything outside of bed rest!  You know, being pregnant, I decided, shouldn't stop you from doing what you need to do. I don't really have a choice, anyway; like most people, we have to do our own house cleaning and child rearing. Carry on. If my doctor isn't concerned, it's his way of saying that pregnancy - no matter at what age - is as circumstance as anything else.  I am going to view it that way, and enjoy these last two weeks, for these will be the last two weeks I'll likely ever (let's face it) be pregnant again.