I’ve been having crazy, bizarre dreams. Last night I dreamt Bear was born, and it was only me and DH there at the hospital room. Bear was fine, breathing, but not crying, and I was trying to wake her up. She was small and thin, more like a small person than a baby. DH was trying to weigh her, and she was just over 6 pounds.
Anyways, the point is that I think I’m starting to worry about her being early. Like, really early. Especially since she just dropped. Evan didn’t drop until week 36! I know that doesn’t mean much, but still.
So Bear, stay there for at least 6 more weeks. But let’s make it eight for good measure!
Anyways, the point is that I think I’m starting to worry about her being early. Like, really early. Especially since she just dropped. Evan didn’t drop until week 36! I know that doesn’t mean much, but still.
So Bear, stay there for at least 6 more weeks. But let’s make it eight for good measure!
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