Continuing to trust...

Yesterday we had our first real 'pregnancy scare'. For the past couple weeks, I've been leaking this fluid (still am) and I was wondering if it was amniotic fluid. I messaged my ever supportive and knowledgeable sisters-in-law for some advice and my worries were calmed. It sounded normal, the 'leaky faucet' so to speak, was just a joy of pregnancy. Then just a few days ago, around Saturday I noticed that I wasn't feeling the baby move so much. I started to keep track of it because it seemed so much less than normal. Usually at night I can feel it the most and I had only felt small movements a handful of times. Same for Sunday and Monday. I was struggling with the feelings of being too paranoid and becoming that pesky new mom that worries about every little thing. To me though, this didn't seem little and yes, it sounds funny, but I was thinking of the baby as a fish and his fish bowl was draining slowly.
I finally decided to call my Ob's office and explain the weeks of leaking and the lack of movement over the past few days. I was told to get to emerge asap and have a stress test for the baby and check my vitals. That's what got me scared. Jeff and I had been worrying for the past few days about the movement, but this sounded urgent, so I left work, picked up Jeff on the way to hospital and got admitted. They hooked me up to the monitor, and the sound of that loud and beautiful heartbeat, made us both cry with relief. Such a sweet and reassuring sound! I was strapped to another monitor to check for cramping and that was looking fine as well. I also had to push a button when I felt the baby move, and what do you know, the little sprout began moving like crazy when we were there!! It was very noticeable because there would be sound as well when she moved. We were so thankful to see and hear that everything was alright, despite the weird symptoms. I was tested for amniotic fluid and that came back negative as well, so the little fishy has a nice full bowl :) I kept apologizing to the nurse for seeming so paranoid because everything turned out just fine and looked great. She reassured me that I should never feel bad about being a concerned parent, and to come in if I'm ever unsure about anything. I really took that to heart.
Later, when we were released, Jeff and I joked that the baby just wanted some attention :) So all in all, we are fine. I need to make sure that I'm resting enough and remember that I'm pregnant and can't really do some things at the pace I'm used to. The whole ordeal was a huge reminder that yes, we needed a lot of faith to even experience being pregnant, but that the journey isn't 'over until that healthy babe is snuggled in our arms.