So, yesterday marked the "30 weeks" milestone for our little boy. Which means I only have 9 weeks to go if my scheduled "C" goes forward, maximum of 10 if some ultrasound miracle occurs.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
10 weeks is the length of an academic term at OSU. I know what 10 weeks feels like. It goes FAST. One day you can think "ah, week 3, I've got plenty of time" and somehow the next day it is freaking finals. I feel like I'm going to be thinking "oh, I've got plenty of time" the night before I go into labor.
Plus, I am terrified of the hospital. I know I have to be there. We've already had too many issues to consider anything other than surgical help on hand, but I get a little panicky just thinking about going back into the maternity ward. I took a tour and things are really different now compared to a decade-plus ago when I had Lawrence, but I'm still nervous. (understatement)
I need to start making a list I think. Lists always make me feel better, even if they are long and completely unrealistic.
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