Hypochondria

I am a bit of a hypochondriac all the time, but I'm probably worse when I'm pregnant. I just never realized until Saturday how I might be rubbing off on my kids. I had a headache and a nosebleed when I woke up Saturday morning. Later in the day I felt like my face was really flushed and warm. I commented to my husband that I hoped that my blood pressure was not too high. (I'm not sure why my miscellaneous symptoms, all fairly normal during pregnancy, led me to speculate on my blood pressure.)

By Saturday evening, I had forgotten all about it, but I guess Gracie must have overheard me. While I was rocking Drew, Gracie brought out the plastic blood pressure cuff from her toy doctor kit. She proceeded to sit on the floor beside my rocking chair, wrap the cuff around both of her legs, and squeeze the little bulb three or four times. She looked closely at the gauge and then showed it to me. I made some comment about her blood pressure. She peered at the gauge again and asked, "Don't you think it looks a little bit high?" I reassured her that her blood pressure was just right, all the while promising myself that I would be more careful about my worries, especially the ones I express aloud.