My step-daughter is 27 weeks pregnant now. She will probably deliver in 10 weeks. Her first was almost ten pounds, and they are estimating this one to be at least that big again. She failed her one hour glucose, and has to go in for the three hour test soon.
The first time she was pregnant I had no doubt her pregnancy was going to end happily. Even when she had problems, was in labor for four days, or when the doctor threatened a c-section. I never once considered she wouldn't be bringing a new baby home.
This time around I find myself worrying. I catch myself going "there". (You know where it is.) I try to keep a positive mind set, and I think I'm doing a good job, but every once in awhile I catch myself thinking there are no guarantees, and bad things happen all the time.
It is not a fun place to be.
But I know in my heart she is bringing a healthy baby home from the hospital in October. This I am certain.