In a nutshell

I bit the bullet last week and changed obstetricians. Actually I made the decision almost 2 weeks ago, after feeling like I was not being monitored very well (no urine samples every appointment like I did with my first pregnancy, and concerns generally disregarded), waiting a week for an antibiotic for a UTI, numerous unreturned phone calls, and the last straw...making me wait on hold for a half an hour until 5:01p when the "after-hours" on-call system picked up. Because my insurance changed on January 1st, I realized that I could go back to the doctor that delivered Brian. I called the office, fearful that they wouldn't take me on at 26 weeks (after all I am over half way through my pregnancy!) but they did and I had my first appointment last Monday. If that wasn't sign enough that I was making the right decision, the day after I scheduled my appointment, my friend called me and made me certain that fate had intervened and shown me a different path for a reason. This dear friend of mine has a dear friend who has, quite literally, the WORST labor story every. So bad that it really involves malpractice. Without going into great detail as to protect her privacy, it involved a resident delivering more than the afterbirth and pulling out something that shouldn't be pulled out of ones body. Fortunately she was saved in emergency surgery. Guess who her doctor was? Mmmmhmmm, that's right, my doctor, at the practice I just left. That completely sealed the deal for me. I am so relieved to be back with my old OB, she is wonderful and it is a HUGE weight lifted off of my shoulders. I know that I am now in great hands (after all she has delivered like 2,000 babies) and she made me laugh with her first statement to me..."Well Claire, it wouldn't be a pregnancy of yours without a little bit of drama, would it?" She provided more reassurance around the earlier test results by stating that it by no means equates chromosomal abnormalities, but that it does mean that I should be monitored closely for potential problems that may lead to pre-term birth, so they can treat them ASAP and keep our baby "cooking" for as long as possible...I see her again on Friday and have my 28 week ultrasound next week to ensure her growth is still on target and my placenta isn't starting to work overtime. Overall I am feeling good though! I have moments when I get a little nervous. I am after all, only 2 weeks away from when I began developing the first symptoms of preeclampisa with Brian. I am less than 6 weeks from when I delivered Brian. I am not focusing on these little facts, but I would be lying if I were to say it's not in the back of my mind.
But, focusing on the positive- my little peanut is extremely active, kicking and dancing and making her presence known. She also must be huge (or I am...but I prefer to go with she is) because I was measuring 31 cm at 26 weeks!!! My doctor isn't concerned yet though, saying she may have had a growth spurt. But wow! I have cut back on the snacks since then...