Last week I was worried about a kidney stone.
This week I'm worried about the birth of my daughter.
Last week I was researching bed sets and infant clothes on Ebay.
This week I'm researching NICUs, newborn intubation, and insurance benefits.
Last week I spent an hour during nap time watching A Baby Story.
This week I spent an hour during nap time on the blog of a little girl with similar problems as Abby.
Last week I was lamenting that the itching was keeping me awake.
This week I can't get my brain to stop long enough to sleep.
Last week I was planning to deliver my baby at our local hospital with a doctor I love and trust.
This week I am accepting that I will be induced/C-sectioned with some of the best perinatologists in the area.
Last week I was fighting over beautifully smocked dresses with my sister.
This week I'm pouring over articles and information.
Last week I was looking forward to Canada as a restful vacation.
This week I'm depending on Canada to be a distraction.
Last week I was just saying how much easier this pregnancy is than Caleb's.
This week I'd give anything for it to be as easy as Caleb's.
What a difference a week makes, huh?