Today, I am half way to our delivery date. That's about 132 more days till we meet our new little guy. Will we make it that far? We can hope, right? It's only 130 or so Lovenox shots in the belly, not too bad.
We pretty much live week by week and we have our weekly goals. Everyday is a blessing and every week this little guy grows is a victory.
- 18 weeks- half way
- 24 weeks- viability. Dr F said we're already ahead of the game if we get this far since this baby will be bigger than our little guy
- 26 weeks- when Nolan was born
- 32 weeks- our 'safe' goal we were given last pregnancy with Nolan. I remember Dr F saying "If we can just get you to 32 weeks"
- 36 weeks- Ultimate goal & c-section (I can't go much past 36 weeks due to type of c-section I had)
It was tonight while watching Boston Med that I got all giddy about the newborn on the show. I said something along the lines of "Awwww I really want one of those" as in like a newborn baby that we get to take home.
Chris looked at me like I was crazy and said "We have one, right there in your belly"
It dawned on me that I still don't feel like this is all real at times. It feels surreal that we may just be rocking a baby in our arms in just a few months. This can really happen, I mean we're already half way there, right?
We just don't know what my body is going to do, no matter how healthy and big this baby can be. We have that little thing called pre-eclampsia & HELLP dangling over our heads and it can appear at anytime and I freaking HATE it!
Here's to another smooth sailing 18 weeks (raises water bottle)