This is my fourth pregnancy. Each one brings its own bucket-o-terrors. Once I passed the level II ultrasound with Toddlerina I felt like I was successfully past the worst of it - danger and risk. I haven't enjoyed the same level of comfort with this pregnancy.
Early bleeding, my SCH and placenta previa put a deep fear in me. I know one family in real life who lost to preterm labor and another who lost a heartbeat at 34 weeks. Last OB appointment I was informed that the placenta keeps aging. Damn, what. I though my Fine Young Egg buried all that ageist bullshit.
Anyone have any idea how the hell the planet reached 7 billion. Yeah, me either.
If I go into labor at 36 weeks, no efforts are made to delay delivery. Gulp. The baby is developed enough to balance the risks of early delivery with the risks of stopping labor. Heavy.
No reason to suspect anything, but I raced home and threw in a load of laundry. You can never be too prepared for this kind of thing.