"The baby now weighs about 1 1/2 pounds and is approximately 12 1/2 inches long. He makes breathing movements, but has no air in his lungs yet. At this point, fetal brain scans show response to touch. If you shine a light on your abdomen, your baby will turn his head, which, according to researchers, means the optic nerve is working."

Every week now means a week closer to survival in the event of a pre-mature birth. I know not exactly a happy thought. I am positive and hopeful. I truly believe that everything will be fine. But that little voice deep down says, "You struggled to get here, you've been lucky, how do you know the struggle is over?" It still amazes me when I wake up and look in the mirror. I love him but in a sense it is all still unreal.
We put some furniture in the nursery last night. Just a dresser and the cradle. I draped the blanket Tom's mom made for the baby across the cradle. I couldn't believe I was finally getting to fill it up. Finally able to unpack the few things I allowed myself to buy while we were trying. I think that is why I was so slow to start a registry or purchase any big items. I spent years censoring myself. Protecting myself from the inevitable disappointment. I never looked beyond conceiving because it was overwhelming. One goal at a time. Now he is coming in approximately 13 weeks. Time to learn a little something about childbirth.