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"Try not to stress" is a well-meaning phrase used by well-meaning people. I understand the sentiment and the point of the advice, I really do. It's just not going to happen.
Don't get me wrong, I try. I use meditation apps to help myself relax. I take deep breaths and time-outs when I recognize I am winding myself up. I think about positive things as much as possible - like the next time I'll see the Bean on an ultrasound, happy and healthy, or picturing myself holding a crying baby in the delivery room in April. Every day, I make the effort to keep myself centered and calm. I am managing my stress - but I am still stressing.
There is no way not to. That's just plain and simple reality. Pregnancy after loss is stressful, chock full of worry every step of the way. Kenley was a healthy, normal pregnancy until the very end. Everything was fine, and then suddenly nothing was. She was there one minute and then gone the next. My brain has now been conditioned to this experience. 36 weeks is a long time to wait, especially when doing something as complicated as making a baby. Anything can happen between now and the time I can bring this one home.
I know people just want to help. They want to be positive and supportive. They tell me things like, "Don't worry, everything will be fine." Or, "I know things will work out." I can't fault them for trying - and I truly am very glad to have such caring people around me.
But, I am still going to stress. I am still going to worry. It is going to be a constant struggle every day. A struggle where half of my brain ticks off a list of all the things I should be worrying about while the other half counteracts those reasons with soothing thoughts of peace and hope. I worry. I hope. I worry. I hope. It's exhausting. I'm working with my grief counselor on ways to work through this anxiety in a healthy manner, but that's really all I can do...work through it. I can't make it go away. I can't make it less than what it is. I can just deal with it as it comes and do my best to keep my head above the water.
So, if you're talking to me about my pregnancy, and you happen to let slip "Try not to stress", you'll see me take a deep breath and close my eyes. I know you mean well - and I'll try - but the only thing that will truly keep me from being stressed is buckling my baby into their car seat to make that first drive home. And even then, I'm sure I'll find something to worry about.