I love beating the odds.
Yesterday was a day I never expected to see.
Oh, wait, let me rephrase that. Yesterday was a day I never expected to be pregnant for.
Yesterday was my "due date".
This is a HUGE deal. Both Alex and Spain were preemies. With no full term pregnancies in my history, my chances of carrying to term were pretty slim. I was classified as "high risk" as soon as I took the official pregnancy test.
When I started having strong contractions at 28 weeks, I started to prepare myself for the possibility of yet another NICU stay.
Making it to 37 weeks, felt like a miracle.
Making it to 38 weeks was surreal.
Making it to 39 weeks, was mind boggling.
Now that I've made it to 40 weeks, I'm in awe.
Sure, there is some uncomfortableness, it's not all sunshine and roses.I'm so excited to still be pregnant. I love knowing that each day my baby is growing stronger, and our chances of ending up in the NICU are growing weaker and weaker.
40 weeks is a big deal for me.
40 weeks is a miracle.