Today I am 32 weeks along, the same stage my sister-in-law was at just a few weeks ago when she was told her baby had died.  She had to be induced the next day.  I can't imagine.  I am grateful for my healthy baby girl, but still so sad for my husband's brother and his wife.  I am excited for my baby to be born, but dreading making the call to tell them in case it rubs salt in their wounds.  I know how I would feel, "My baby would've been a month old by now."  I also have fear because I'm not full term yet and I know I'm not immune to having something go wrong either.  Life is so miraculous and I try to appreciate that every day when I see my three healthy, sweet boys.

One doctor thinks I should be induced at 37 weeks, which is a great cause of stress for me right now.  I'm not comfortable with that.  My first son was born early due to an infection inducing labor (a very prolonged labor), and my other two were born just a few days after my due date.  I can't really imagine this baby being ready that early, but they want to avoid complications in case she gets too big.  I always get so nervous about labor until I'm in the moment and then I seem to know exactly what I'm doing and what will happen.  I'm hoping I can count on that again and let it be a comfort to me.

Like usual, I could use some prayers. 

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