It really doesn't get any easier, at least the worrying anyway. Everyone knows someone who lost a baby, whether early on, later on, or after birth. The concern is always there, in the back of your head. It's not something you actually WANT to think about, but it creeps up every so often when you hear one of those stories.
I'm not thinking about it! I've made it 17 weeks, which is amazing. Only 7 more weeks before we reach the edge of viability where the baby has a chance (ever so slim chance) of survival.
It's been a quiet week. I finally have an appointment with a dietician tomorrow with hopes of controlling my glucose level better with less insulin. I really hope to not take insulin after the pregnancy.
Jeff is safe in Afghanistan. He's working night shift right now, which is tough. He said he just got used to jet lag and now he's working nights...poor guy.
Till next week.
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