If any of you followed my little ticker on the right side of your screen, you'd know that I'm 28 weeks today. That's 7 months. That's third trimester. That's 12 weeks till my baby's born.
Ahem. Thanks for letting me have that moment.
I'm still in survival mode, though. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, I've been wanting to make it to this point. Why? Well, if I go into premature labor, my baby has an 80% chance of surviving. It's weird that I'm not specifically excited that I'm at this point, I've made it this far, the pregnancy's almost over, I'll meet my baby soon... it's that my baby will likely survive if born now. It's hard to be excited when all I'm thinking about is my baby's survival.
And although I have concrete visual confirmation that I'm having a human boy, I had two dreams last night to the contrary. In my dreams, I had a girl that looked just like my goddaughter Danielle (which I wouldn't mind, as she's absolutely gorgeous)... and then I had a dream that I had a female kitten that looked like Nimbus.
2 weeks ago