Sorry to everyone who placed bets so far. You still have a chance but…
We have a c-section scheduled for Monday, November 5th. We’ll be 34 weeks at that point, and that’s the earliest that we can get away with doing it.
Of course, if things go sideways before then, I’ll have an emergency c-section, Daniel will be CareFlighted down to Denver, and I’ll have to follow a day later.
I never thought I’d be looking forward to being cut open, but I guess in the grand scheme of things, it’s all about perspective.
If you’re in the area, come visit. I’d love some company.
Also, this means that I’ll likely be spending my birthday in the hospital. Ah, well. If it means I get to bring home my gorgeous baby boy, I’ll deal.
I was going to write more, but I forgot what it was. Maybe later…