Dad, Annie, and HM were here for dinner yesterday. At one point the conversation turned to babies born early or "pre-term". I was born 4 weeks early, for example. And so were many of the people in my family. Half a million people in this country are born pre-term each year.
This is not exactly news to to anyone but it certainly triggered something in me yesterday. Our 7 or so weeks might turn into 3? Or less? That's just shocking! We need that time. We have to create his living space. And I have to rearrange work and leave. And we have to talk to the mohel. And what about my maturity level? I desperately need those 4 extra weeks.
I think I'm beginning to come to grips with it now. It's a good thing it came up at dinner yesterday. Otherwise I may have had a really shocking reality-check soon.
So let's see... Since it's a boy... I have to start working on his gun collection. And he'll be needing girly magazines. And we have to get someone to train him to be obsessed about sports... So much to do and so little time! I had better talk to Karin about this.
Friday, January 18, 2008
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