B-Day

If our daughter were to be born as early before her due date as our son was before his, she would be born today. This makes me nervous.

Brett was born 6-1/2 weeks early. He was in the hospital for 17 days. We were in the Ronald McDonald house, away from home, trying to deal with way too much new stuff all at once.

Thing is, he's fine now. Better than fine, actually... although getting him potty trained would be nice. So in that sense, I'm now calming down about the impending arrival of our daughter. I'll be happier still in a few more weeks, of course, but we're over the hump of when problems would have been practically guaranteed with this pregnancy/birth.

So it's B-Day because this was Brett's Day. It's Better-get-at-least-to-this Day.

And now it's Blog Day, too.