I nearly lost a week! Somehow when people asked how far along I was this week I kept telling them 22 weeks. The truth is we were not only a full 23 weeks along, but rapidly approaching 24! I’m not entirely sure how that happened. I’m just going to attribute it to "pregnancy brain," as my Mom calls it. Forgetfulness seems to come with the pregnancy hormones!
Although there is no medical milestone to back this up, I am very pleased to have finished week 24. I started this pregnancy being scared because I know very few people who have had two successful pregnancies in a row. I was terribly worried that I’d miscarry early, and repeatedly voiced that concern when I was asked to publish this journal. I know that miscarriage is a very real concern in any pregnancy, but I think I put too much stock in the fact that it could happen and spent many weeks being terribly worried.
I know it’s evident that my worries have not subsided completely, but I’m thinking less about it as time passes. As for the significance of week 24, I have two separate friends whose babies were born at 23 and 24 weeks gestation. While the early months of life were not easy on these tiny babies or their families, the boys are now five and four. They are the most adorable kids you’ve ever seen (aside from Jacob that is). So, while I still dread the potential of preterm labor or other complications, it is comforting to know that these children are thriving so well after such a short time in the womb.