22 weeks - holy crap.
The way I'm looking at the time passing is interesting. I started in the extremely pessimistic "The chances of me having a miscarriage are quite high" stage at around 6 weeks. Going on from there, I edged into the "Chances of miscarriage have dropped off significantly but if I go into premature labour, the baby will die" stage at around 16 weeks. Since then, I have been moving out of that stage and slowly creeping toward the "If I go into premature labour now the baby probably won't/might/probably will survive" stages at around 22 weeks.
This means I'm relaxing even more (except that I'm pretty zen about it already at this point).
Everything's good, everything's fine. Kid seems healthy and looks healthy - keeps kicking me in my organs. Woohoo.
This means I'm relaxing even more (except that I'm pretty zen about it already at this point).
Everything's good, everything's fine. Kid seems healthy and looks healthy - keeps kicking me in my organs. Woohoo.