That's today's milestone: 100 days left.
I'm sure I should come up with something more profound than that at the prospect of the birth of my first child, but right now, that's about all I've got. On the one hand, this pregnancy feels like it is taking forever. Like I have been pregnant for a year and a half - probably because of all the IVF preparation and build-up, but I suspect most pregnant women feel this way. Time. Is. Dragging.
Or it has been, until I realize that we are just over three months away. Somehow, "October" sounds like a long distance from now - as far away as the moon, or maybe Florida - but, before you know it, it will be August, and then September, and then...
On a different note, dear Rebecca at The Road Less Traveled is grieving the loss of her daughter, Lillian Grace, at 23 weeks of pregnancy, about three weeks ago. She and I had nearly identical due dates, and I think of her almost every time this baby kicks. If you don't know Rebecca, or haven't stopped by to check on her, please leave a note of support. Let her know she is not alone.