That was no fun.
That was hell, by the way.
Here's me, still IV'd up from delivery, visiting my baby despite the wires and tubes and my achey body.
I don't want to go through that again.
Today, Thursday, I'm 34 weeks and 5 days pregnant, and I'm officially past the day when Adrian was born (on 34 weeks, 4 days). I feel like I've passed a major milestone.
Of course, Adrian turned out fine, but having my water break so early when I just stood up from my desk and everything that followed after was so traumatic that I'm grateful to have even one more day being pregnant with Edward.
(I'm due in just over 5 weeks. My mother says that it'll serve me right to have Edward come a week late.)