Last fall, when I found out I was pregnant, there was a lot of speculation among friends and family members about all the unknowns. Would I deliver early again? Would it be a girl or a boy? When asked what I thought, I once said, “Oh, I don’t know, but a small, six pound girl born at exactly 36 weeks with no NICU time would be nice.”
Two months into this pregnancy, my friend Heather gave birth to a small, six pound girl at exactly 36 weeks with no NICU time. I knew then that for me it would be a completely different story.
It’s hard to believe that in just a couple of months time, I’ve gone from obsessively wanting to keep this baby in to now wanting this baby to come out (well, soon, at least). I RSVP’d to a birthday party yesterday for June 7, thinking that hopefully, by then, this baby will be here. I’m going to state right now for the record, if I go into June, I’m going to be pissed. If I go to 42 weeks (June 11), this will be a pregnancy that was two months longer than my previous one.
