I think Kaiser might be label-obsessed. I was reviewing the paperwork I received from the doctor's office last week and found yet another label applied toward me. You probably remember that I was so offended at the "advanced maternal age" label in June that I wrote an entire blog post railing about it. I still bristle at the designation, but it is definitely preferred to the label I found on another bit of paperwork which specified that I was "elderly." Grrr.
What was written in my medical record to bother me this time? It's that I'm officially considered a "high risk pregnancy." High risk. High freaking risk.
I'm assuming that I've earned this new label because my body won't stop with the stupid spotting and it's not considered in the realm of normal to have any vaginal bleeding in the second trimester. Though I still have spotting every now and then, I am thankful that I don't bleed on a daily basis any longer. I guess the occasional spotting is enough to earn me a spot in the high risk category of pregnancy designations.
So I'm old and high risk now. I'm afraid to ask what label could possibly be next? Chronic oversharer? Demanding complainer? Of course, my next label could be Patient of the Year, but I'm pretty sure that I'm out of the running at this point.
In other news, my baby apparently thought today was a good day to boogie down in my womb and I felt tiny kicks and rolls several times in the wee hours of the morning and after eating during the day. I'll gladly take the designations that I don't like as long as I get to hold this sweet little baby in around 22-weeks or so.