23 weeks

A baseball/pregnancy comparison occurred to me today as I was doing hours of yardwork, hoping to have a Cardinals game to entertain me while I raked, turned the garden soil over, and painted my clothesline poles. The game never began due to rain in DC. I thought of how an official baseball game is 5 innnings, a little more than halfway through. If it rains or for any other reason is called off before the 5th inning, all statistics from the first few innings are wiped off the books and the game does not count.



The point in pregnancy where things are "official" is 24 weeks, a little more than halfway. At that point, if born prematurely, a baby has a better chance of surviving than not- albeit with many medical interventions. It is not good, and there will possibly be longtern affects, but survival is very possible, in fact, it is probable. I will be reaching that 5th inning/24th week point next weekend.



Here are a few photos of what I am looking like now, one week before this kid could live on the outside. That is not what anyone wants, though. I'd appreciate a full 9 inning game!

I don't want to leave Rob out just because he is not currently growing a fetus. He has been very, very good to me. We had a great camping trip last weekend near the town where he went to undergrad, so we visited the campus . This is a photo from Westminster with a piece of the Berlin Wall.