You want to know the WORST part????
My dear, darling BFF and I were preggo at the same time with our #2s (she is a good Catholic girl and has moved onto #3 but I am old and withered) and we would get together moaning and groaning about how never, ever, ever, ever could any baby measure up to dear, darling #1.
But about .02 nanoseconds after they cut #2 from my body (hurray for scheduled C!!) I was so deeply in love and truly, like the Grinch, my heart grew three (or 100) sizes that day.
Six weeks later, so did my BFF's.
So worry all you want about stuff you can control - and relax and know you will love this baby just as much as you did #1.
at 9:29 PM on Nov. 14, 2009