If there's one thing we all have in common it's that we don't take life for granted. I'm 18 weeks and I did something that I didn't think I'd do. I bought something for the baby. A PINK something. Actually I bought fabric to make a nursing pillow cover, and I already made it! Oh well, it's just a little thing, right? But then my husband came home from work one day this week and brought up the fact that our compact SUV might not be big enough for 2 car seats (especially one rear facing), and begins poking around on the internet looking at bigger options. Whoa whoa whoa...
Even as guarded as I am, I thought I was the positive one. It's just that I know how fortunate we were with Daniel, not only with his NICU stay, but he could've been hours or even minutes away from death before delivery with almost reverse diastolic cord flow.
Anyway, I must be hormonal, there were a few tears. He looks at me like I grew two heads. I just told him that a cramped car will be a great problem to have IF it comes to that point. He said he won't do anything until we get a few more appointments behind us.
Now I'm looking at making the entire nursery set, thinking I should do it now before I could possibly be put on bedrest again, which was at 25 weeks with my son. Maybe it's practical, but I hate that nagging doubt in the back of my head.
Pre-e just sucks. Sorry for the rant.