Rotten Eggs

As mentioned in the previous post, I am now considered "old" in terms of being pregnant. I was old for the last one as well, but now, two years later, I must be really old, because my OB's are really freaking out. I am going to have an ultrasound tomorrow, a follow-up to last week's ultrasound. Then today I received a phone call from another prenatal medical practice that I had never heard of telling me that my OB's have referred me for counseling and a level II ultrasound in a month. Now, I am not normally one to obsess about these things, not to say that I don't worry, but now I am getting really worried. I realize that part of this is the doctors' way of covering their butts in case of a problem, but I am also a proponent of not going looking for trouble where there doesn't seem to be any. Ironically, though I am two years older, as are my eggs, I am better nourished and more physically fit than maybe even before my first pregnancy. Oh well, I am trying to take all of this in stride. I am going to try not to stress and just enjoy the chance to get a high-tech look at my newest kiddie.