Thirty-five weeks and two days. Two of those days were spent wondering and waiting on tests results and next moves. I rested my head with a symphony of beeping noises from baby monitors, IV machines, and many other intimidating mechanical thing-ma-bobs. I contemplated the idea of becoming an insta-mom while I watched my contractions play picture pages on the screen above me. Our son apparently has artistic talents already. 
This kid's got a mind of his own and its running circles 'round my plans. The doctor says we are a healthy bunch. We're just running out of room in this paradise. We are home, again, with prescriptions and instructions of making buddies with relaxation and time. So, we wait patiently... thirty-eight is the magic number.
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