Ten weeks until our hopeful induction.
How did we get here already?
How did we get here at all?
Is this really our life?
At the risk of jinxing myself and the rest of my pregnancy, I am elated and grateful to have gotten this far. My only comparison prior to my pregnancy with Sal, was that of loss. Poor outcomes. Dead babies. So while pregnant with Sal, it was really no surprise that I had some scares pop up here and there, unscheduled visits to L&D and restricted activity from weeks 26 on and was considered high-risk..
...I expected the same for this baby.
It's all I've known.
But for some reason, this pregnancy, while living in one of the most foreign countries to be while pregnant ( ambulances? Ha! Emergent care? Ha!) has just seemed to fly under the radar and hit viability and the third trimester with only one freak out moment (at 8 weeks) which lead to an unexpected Doctor visit. I'd say--with my track record and nerves, that's pretty effin awesome. I'm still scared something will go wrong and we will face grief once again, but with each day that passes, we are one day closer to a NORMAL pregnancy for the first time in my life. No hi-risk specialists this time, no restrictions, a passed glucose tolerance test....NORMAL.
If you would have asked me two years ago if I'd ever see myself in this situation, I'd laugh at you. This kind of stuff just doesn't happen to a couple who--for years--tried, wanted, and hoped for a baby only to face hurdle after hurdle. I am beyond grateful for this experience and hope that we continue to have a normal, uneventful, remaining 10 weeks.