Mix that with my insane need to control everything and that makes pregnancy for me a scary experience. Will I ever even get pregnant? Will I have one or will I get twins? Will I have a boy or a girl? Will I be sick? Will the baby develop “normally”? When will the baby come? Will I go into labor or be induced? Will the delivery go well? Will the baby be healthy?
There is no skipping to the end to take a peek. There is no way for me to control the situation. How frustrating and yes, scary for me.
As many of you know I’m expecting. And here’s what I know:
#1. She is a girl.
#2. Her name is Ruth.
#3. I am sick. All the time.
#4. I have a condition that will force an early delivery.