Monday, February 7, 2011


I had never been superstitious.  Just isn't me.  I started noticing my superstitious type thoughts growing when I was on hospital bedrest.  At first, I thought this was just due to being in an environment that frankly encourages superstition. 

Now I pretty much believe in tempting fate.

On December 21, I wrote:
Another 39 days and we would be 35 weeks. Not trying to put the cart in front of the horse, but I'm cautiously optimistic.
50 hours after I posted these words, I was being prepped for a c-section.

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