Viable

24 weeks

Today will be a short post since today is a crazy kind of day.  Yesterday was spent getting into the swing of things again after the long weekend.  I slogged through the sleepy day, to my after work destinations, back home to feed the boys, then out to run some errands and get some food.  I hadn’t planned to go out to eat.  In my 15 minutes at home before my ride showed up to take me to my after work destination, I was just about to microwave some leftover pasta to steaming hot.  I set it on the counter, turned my back to put my purse down and CLUNK.  Dinner was suddenly in the dog.  And my precious sweet tea from McDonalds was on the floor.  Sigh.  Max the mooch strikes again.  He’s a wonderful dog, but a bad counter surfer.  It’s fine when I catch him before the transgression, but most often I find the remnants and wrappers strewn on the floor.

So the big thing is that today I’m at 24 weeks.  Viability.  It’s a pretty arbitrary mile marker.  It’s not as though something magical happens today to ensure a healthy rest of my pregnancy or even a healthy baby if he were to show up early.  There are still things to worry about, still further to climb.  At the same time, I’ve reached a point that I never really imagined reaching.  I’ve shifted my thinking from the here and now to the here and now…and the next few steps.  Looking into my choices in labor and delivery.  Thinking about how to catch Ray up to speed on what iddle tiny babies need in terms of care.  Where baby will sleep.  Those things were all terribly abstract to me for the longest time. They seem much more possible now.