A surprise visit to labor and delivery

On Tuesday, during my regulary scheduled appt, my BP was 150/100.

Cindy, the midwife for that visit sent me across the street to Labor and Delivery for monitoring.

One hour later, I was undressed strapped to a fetal and contraction monitor, having preeclampsia blood panels, bp monitoring every 15 minutes, and a 24 hr urinalysis.

Jim met me at the hospital.

Baby passed the stress test with flying colors ( of course, it got a 100% on its first test).

My BP came down to the 130's over the high 80's.

My blood panels came back fine.

My urinalysis came back with an odd reading.

My midwife on call, Pam, said that she thought I would be going home within the hour.

Jim left for training.

10 minutes later, I was fully admitted for further testing, suggested by Dr. Williams, the head of my OB practice.

I called Jim, said "change of plans", ordered dinner from the hospital menu, and settled into a new room.

No reason for Jimmy to stay with me and stare at the ceiling on a very uncomfortable love seat, so I told him to stay there at home and take care of Molli.

I tried for some sleep. The bed was terribly uncomfortable. Plus, I had people checking on me each time that I had just gotten off to sleep.

The nurses were very nice.

At 4 am, I was starving. Diane, the nurse on shift, brought me a turkey sandwich and fruit cup. It is funny how when you wake up at an abnormal time, how hungry you get.

At 7:30 am, they ran another blood panel for preeclampsia and hooked baby up to the monitors.

Baby got another 100%.

I was tired, but ordered an omelet and bagel for breakfast. The food is quite good at CRMC.

My blood panels came back a bit elevated.

At the same time, 4 people came into L&D, a busy day for the doctors and midwives and nurses.

I tried to nap as much as I could.

Jim came at lunch time, while I was scarfing down a hamburger and ff. He brought my body pillow, glasses, and library book.

I was wondering why nobody had seen me yet.

Jim fell asleep on the love seat and eventually left for home, not knowing if I was going to be discharged or continue my stay.

The nurses made it seem that I may be staying and that Dr. Williams may be inducing.

Erin, the insurance and billing specialist, brought the estimate for my stay in. My eyes bulged. $687. Yikes...but whatever...as long as my kid is ok...I don't care.

At 4 pm, I let Jim know that I had not yet met with the Dr. and that it seemed the midwives had dumped me. He was angry. I didn't want to spike my blood pressure, so I had to hang up.

At 5 pm, Dr. Williams came in to go over my results.

My urinalysis was "odd" and not readable. So, he ordered the lab to run it again.

My second blood panels were a tiny bit elevated.

I was staying overnight.

I might have the early onset of preeclampsia. My cervix was favorable at 3 cm and I may be inducedthe next day.

Well, here it is the next day.

I slept much better last night, thanks to my body pillow.

4 other people have had their babies.

I enjoyed more food. The french toast was Killer!!!

My 3rd blood panel was normal.

My 2nd urinalysis was still "odd" but not worrisome at all.

My Bp's are still fluctuating, but not within the "scary" zone.

Dr. Williams is sending me home. I have to come back on Saturday for a BP check.

I have my regulary scheduled appt with Pam on Tuesday.

My cervix is favorable at 3 cm and 50% effaced, so he says that we will see if labor can come naturally. If not, he is good to induce me next week, should any red flags pop up.

I thought for sure I was staying and being induced. Turns out, god has other plans for me this weekend.

I hope that Jimmy learned how to take care of me from the nurses here at CRMC. They were all just wonderful! It was nice to have pleasant ladies helping me.

At home, I can't do much!

So, for now, we go back to waiting. :)

Yes, I'm Ready! Yeah! I 'm Ready!

To meet this perfect little person!

Jim and I headed to a final ultrasound at 8:45 am this morning.

It took just 8 minutes...not much to see in a cramped uterus. No way that we would be able to tell the sex of Baby now.

Here is the report:

Amniotic fluid levels are good.

Placenta is a-ok.

Baby is measuring right on track. Weight is predicted at 7 lbs 8 oz...give or take 1/2 lb. That is a manageable size to push out. :)

I think baby has little legs and a long torso like daddy!

The Tech said baby has alot of hair! Awwww! Cute! Not like daddy.

It is measuring in the 75th percentile, which is great!

Heart rate at sleeping pace was 128 bpm...still sounds like a boy according to the old wives tale.

Little spine is perfect.

Baby is facing my back which is exactly what we want, not a sunny side up baby.

Baby's head is VERY LOW in my pelvis, VERY! That is great. It means baby is locked and loaded and ready to come out! Here's to easy labor!.....Let me be hopeful!

Sounds like we will be seeing this miracle on the outside veru soon!

I am hoping for Friday...that is my gram's b-day! That would be awesome!

Thank you again Lord for a good report.

Weekly appt. is tomorrow. I hope to bring a good report back from that appt.

Flowers + Mud + Parents = Great FUN!!

My parents and I got up early and went yard saling. We bought ZERO, nada, nothing!

So, on our way back to the Salter Homestead, I decided to tell my folks about how Jen and Val have both recently made a visit to Paulus's Market to "cut your own flowers".

http://www.paulusfarmmarket.com/

$7 for a large coffee can of flowers. They had some great arrangements, showing all of the

various varieties lining the rows of the farm, available to cut.

Mom said: "Lets do it, my treat!"

They handed us a large coffee can, 2 sets of garden clippers and we were off...into the yards and yards of beautiful flower garden rows.

Before we had walked 10 yards, our sneakers were soaked. Mom was wearing flip-flops, so this didnt phase her feet. Then, we made it to the rows of flowers: Zinnias. Cock's comb, Sunflowers,

Statis, straw flowers...beautiful! AND...MUDDY! Half way through our cutting walk, my shoes were caked with what can only be

described as mud snow shoes. Perhaps, 5 lbs of mud had caked onto each of my sneakers, a hard time for a girl who cant see her feet.

We laughed and laughed, as we cut our flowers.

At one time, I believe I had a whole bush and caked mud stuck to my feet.

30 minutes later, we headed back to the market stand from the field, with our colorful treasure in a can.

Dad held me under my arms and made me scrape the sides of my feet off...to some avail, but little.

I took my shoes off and put them in the hatch of my parents car. My mom asked for a hose, but then just decided to follow my lead.

We piled into the car, but not without my dad taking a slide onto the ground, as he tried to get a plastic bottle of chocolate milk he had dropped.

I think if there was a time that I was going to go into labor, that would have been it. I was out of breath, sweating, and laughing hysterically.

Just another day with my incredible parents!

We arrived home just 5 minutes later.

Mom manned the hose and washed off our shoes, allowing them to dry on the porch.

She then came in and took our coffee can of flowers and transformed it into 2 beautiful arrangements, placing one on the

dining room table and one on the kitchen island.

What a day...what a day...what a wonderful day!

Waiting....

I have become quite accustomed to slower days lately.

Lately, I am filling a few hours each day with visits to and from friends.

This morning, Jeanne came for a coffee and blueberry cake visit, for an hour or so. It seems that we never run out of stories for each other and that our time together is always well spent.

Yesterday, Val took me to breakfast. We then headed to Joline's for a visit. Val cleaned the floors, while new mama Joline got some rest. I held Brayden. I must say, I felt alot more comfortable holding a 6 week old baby, just those extra 3 lbs he has gained made him feel more sturdy for clumsy me. It is awesome to see how much he has changed just in 6 short weeks. He can hold up his little head and he recognizes faces now. We danced to his awake music. Val and I worked for 20 minutes to rid him of hiccups. This was actually quite funny. Val looked up what to do on her IPhone. I swooshed him around 3 times and it scared the hiccups out of him.

Tonight is softball. It sounds silly, but I really look forward to watching our church team play in the evenings. It is a social outlet for me. Jim is the coach. I am the cheerleader.

My parents are headed for a visit again this weekend. They hope that their grandbaby decides to make a debut while they are here. I am not sure I can make that happen. I have been trying to coax the baby out, but to no avail.

Molli and I have gone to the park the last 3 days. The walking is good for both of us. The poor dog has gotten a little heavier than I would like...all my fault. She didnt get as much exercise over the last 9 months.

Wow....9 months. I did it. I made it 9 months...er...almost 10 months.

At week 37, your pregnancy is considered full term, meaning baby is likely to thrive after birth. Baby spends these last weeks in preparation for the outside world… meaning careful refinement of the blink, suck, inhale and exhale. Meconium, which you’ll probably find in the first diaper, is accumulating in the intestines. If (okay, as) you worry about giving birth, consider what it’s like for the little one. During the journey out of your womb, baby will produce more stress hormones than any other time in life.

I have made it from a poppyseed to a watermelon according to The Bump's How Big is Baby Charts, posted above.

I am both scared to death today, and excited. I have never had an IV. I have also never pushed a watermelon out before. I hear that taking care of "my" baby will come naturally. I am relying on that advice. I hope that it does.

These Last Few Hours

My cousin Amanda sent me this beautiful poem tonight and I wanted to be sure that I included it in our blog.

Beautiful words for my daughter or son...who I will meet very soon, I hope.

These Last Few Hours

It is important to me
That I spend a part
Of the next few hours
Here alone with you
In the darkness

You and I will never be
This close again
Soon you will be
A tiny person
All on your own.

No longer the kicking,
Demanding bulge in my body
That I have grown to love so much

I pray that you will be safely guided
On your journey to my arms

And I ask for the strength, courage and
The power of birthing, to open my body and mind for you
And ever so gently us as one will become two

-Author unknown

Is it time yet?????

At today's dr's appt, Karen said that I was about 3 cm dilated and 50% effaced. Baby is locked and loaded. She offered to strip my membranes. I declined. I was suddenly scared to death to have that done. I told her that I would agree to it next week, should I not have had the baby by then. Karen seems hopeful that I would maybe meet baby by this weekend. HOLY COW! Lord, let that be true!!! I went to Brusters to celebrate with a Peanut Butter cup sunday, which I got all over my shirt...and I really dont care.

I called Jimmy....I dont think he thinks the baby is truly on its way.

I called my mom...I dont think she thinks it will happen before her visit this weekend.

I called my close friends and they are all hopeful.

GOD, you are so good. You are awesome. I lay my baby, myself, and everything all at your feet. I am ready for this gift. I am ready!

I hope that I dont stay stuck at this point for weeks!

Love Is

Love paints a swingset that allows you to fly high above the trees.

Love is a ladder to the top.

Love is the soft grass under your feet.

Love is like a safe nest.

Love is letting go of the old and making room for the new.

Just Mom, Dad, and Me

My parents came for a visit this weekend.

As always, they spent a great deal of

time helping us upkeep our yard and home projects.

Friday was spent watching way too

much of Deadliest Catch for my mom's tastes, but she did it anyway.

We got up early with a plan to head out to some of my new local haunts.

We made a quick stop at the UAFD chicken BBQ Set up to say hello to the boys, including Jimmy. I love the boys at the firehouse. They are truly like a second set of family to me, a grandpa ( Pop) a Dad ( Bob), a brother ( Shummy) sons ( Bam and Zach)and all the others thrown into one of these or a similiar category.

Then, we headed to Ressler's Bagels and Deli for a cup of joe and a bagel with cream cheese. Yum!

Our next stop: West Shore Farmers Market. We wondered around the stands of produce and baked goods. We settled on a soft pretzel for both mom and I. Dad settled on an iced twist and a peanut butter frosted donut.

We checked out the baby clothes in the upstairs store. I am excited to go by a gender specific outift once baby is here. This store has alot of very cute, special clothing items.

After an hour or so, we made our way to Hershey Gardens, located at the Hershey Hotel.

I had seen an advertisement for a Butterfly House at the gardens and thought it would be a fun place to visit. My mom and I have visited a few butterfly houses in our travels; one in Grand Cayman, One in St. Maarten. Jim and I visited one on our honeymoon.

I must say, the $10 adult admission at Hershey Gardens in WELL WORTH it. The gardens were stunning, VERY well kept, and just incredibly enjoyable.

We started our journey in the Italian Rose Gardens.

There were roses of every color and size and scent. It was wonderful to walk around the gardens and enjoy looking at all of the various species of roses there to capture our eyes.

We headed to the butterfly house.

My mom made a prediction on our entry into the Hershey Gardens that if a butterfly landed on my then it was a sign that we were going to have a little girl.

Guess what came to visit immediately upon my arrival?

We saw many types of butterflies. One visited my mom's shirt.

We continued our journey through the gardens, taking in the herb garden, Mrs. Hershey's rose garden, and a number of theme centered gardens that we could enjoy. I managed to make the 1 mile trek through all that Hershey Gardens had to offer my parents and I for the day. We had a great time. The weather was sunny, but breeezy enough for me to be able to enjoy the day, even as a 38 week pregnant lady. The walk did we some good.

I then decided to top off our journey of "new places" with a visit to Pakha's Thai House for lunch.

This is a local Thai Food Restaurant in Dillsburg. My parents had never tried Thai food. I ordered Vegetable Pad Thai and Pork Red Panang Curry for the three of us to enjoy Family Style.

I think that they really enjoyed the sweet and spicy taste of Thai Food.

An overall great day for my parents and I.

Still waiting on Baby's arrival.

Well, it's just another day.....

My days are slowing down, especially when it gets close to 90 degrees outside, like today.

My typical day includes doing the laundry, cleaning around the house, caring for Molli and the cats, taking care of my flower beds and the bird feeders, whipping up a meal or a special dessert or both, reading. I spend alot of time on the computer, which is an activity that I am beginning to loathe as wasted time. I am finding a new joy in cooking, making up my own recipes sometimes. I take a nap almost everyday.

On other days, I fill my calendar up with lunch with friends, cheering the team at Jim's softball games. I think this past Tuesday was my last visit to Bingo. The chairs are a bit uncomfortable now. I wanted to go see the new Harry Potter, but I think that too would be a bit too long to sit in the same seat.

I have been bouncing on the exercise/birthing ball for a few minutes each day, hoping that the baby is getting the idea that they should be working their way to the birth canal.

Baby is still moving alot, and as always, the busiest from 9 to 11 pm.

My gut tells me that I have WEEKS to go...uncomfortable weeks. I think I will probably make it to me original due date of August 7th, maybe further...So what does that mean...21 days. Yep...maybe longer.

I am feeling very achy, especially my hips. Lots of pressure in my nether region. I feel like I have to turn from side to side while sleeping every 10 minutes. I feel bad, because I think I keep Jim up. My belly is streched to the max. Sometimes the baby sits just above my belly button and pushes my belly out farther.

My boobs hurt. My feet hurt and seem thicker in the soles. My left hand is asleep all day long. I am huge and my body feels stressed to the gills.

I worry about the complaining...that something will be wrong with the baby because I seem so ungrateful. I worry so much that I feel guilty for saying that I feel achy. All I want is a healthy baby, just like everyone else. Yet, still I worry. Will I be the person who is tasked with raising a child with special needs? Will the baby come out and need a NICU, since the hospital we chose is not equipped? Will I really be able to birth a baby? Am I a wimp?

MY July

Today's Midwife Update:

I am measuring just 1 week ahead still.

Baby must have had a growth spurt a few weeks back.

We will know on the 27th if baby is ok for growth, as I already have an ultrasound scheduled.

Blood Pressure was 118 over 76. Awesome.

No significant swelling. I am a wonderful water drinker.

I lost half of what I gained from last week's big weight gain...so now I have gained a total of 23 pregnancy lbs. Healthy. My goal was 25 lbs or less, so I am feeling successful.

Cindy says that the baby has dropped. So, a little progress, I guess. She couldn't get a good position guess on the baby. She says that is because baby's head seems to be very low. I have such a sensitive belly when they are poking and prodding my stomach. It hurts.

Baby's heart rate was, as always, in the 130's. Baby seems to always be asleep during the appointment, so a sleeping heart rate. As soon as I get in the car, the baby wakes up.

We discussed signs of labor...none of which I have...all of which I am looking for.

We talked about my several stronger Braxton Hicks contractions...just my body preparing for labor.

No dilation, effacement....nothing.

Cindy said to assume that I will get to my original due date, maybe further. UGH!!!!!!

She said that is just to prepare me for reality and not disappointment. UGH!!! UGH!!!

What, that means I could be pregnant for 1 more whole month!

SOOOO, I have decided to enjoy MY JULY.

Whatever I have left of it. I am going to continue to enjoy my flower beds. I am going to continue to find new things that I think I might enjoy doing and go out and do them. First on the list, the Hershey Gardens, specifically the butterfly gardens. I want to go to a pool or to the creek and enjoy the water. I am going to sit outside for one whole day and read an entire book.

I am going to trust in God's timing. Once again reminding myself that His timing is perfect! His plans for me are perfect! Be it HIS July or HIS August...the baby will be here.

Automatic Alarm

Jimmy gets them all the time across the scanner.

Typically, it is a false alarm set through a fire/security system.

That is what Braxton hicks contractions are like.

When one starts I think....umm....could this be it? Then.....nope.

It truly is a good practice contraction.

Mine start in my back and then round to my front and feel like a tightening charlie horse.

This is exactly how April explained a contraction to me and she is absolutely right.

Today's are a little more harsh than usual, but not close together, not measurable, and manageable.

Yesterday, I was "crampy". I think.

You see, I am one of the lucky ones who never really experienced menstrual cramps ever.

Maybe this is because I have just one ovary? I don't know.

Anyway, yesterday felt like poop pains.

Today, I actually hunkered over twice, although the while standing and eating watermelon at the breakfast bar. Yep, the pain didn't stop me from eating. HA!

And, as quickly as they came, they were gone.

To my Preggie friends, what our friends who have delivered tell us about contractions is right: when you have one, you will know that you are having one.

As for now though...I am having an automatic alarm. Not time yet.

Weekly Midwife Visit

I had my weekly visit with midwife Pam Kovick today.

I am measuring just 1 week ahead now for fundal height, as opposed to 3 weeks ahead as before.

The baby is locked into head down position, which is good...feeling close to 6, maybe 6.5 lbs. So, not as big as they had thought just 1 month ago.

Although, I feel huge!

They did the standard sampling for Group B Strep today, so I should have those results next week.

As of today, there is no other progress to report. This baby isn't coming for weeks!

Patience is a virtue that I am not so good at!

My 100th Post: Fourth of July Bliss

This morning, Jim and I woke up and headed out to our neighborhood 4th of July lawnmower Parade. Jim was the Parade leader for the second year in a row, heading the caravan with his fire vehicle, sirens and lights ablaze!

I always hoped that I would live in a neighborhood that was like Canterbury Estates. Everyone is friendly and the kids play outside all year long.

When I arrived back home, I had a message that my friend Amanda had her baby this morning as well! What wonderful news. Amanda and I have worked together for a few years, and we have navigated this journey called pregnancy together. She has been my pregnancy buddy for 9 months now, attending consignment sales and generally prepping for mommy-hood! She and her husband Jeff also attended Birthing class with Jimmy and I. We have had a wonderful journey together! Welcome Baby Girl and Yankee Doodle Sweetheart, Ava Nancy Livelsberger! Born on the 4th of July...just like I told your mommy you would be!! We have waited to know you for so long!

Road Trip

This morning I woke up with a plan to get out of the house and let the wind blow me wherever it wanted.

I grabbed my purse and the camera and headed down the road.

First, breakfast!

I am a bagel lover. Today, I stopped at Bob's Bagels in Lemoyne.

I ordered a cheddar bagel with veggie cream cheese.

It was ok. Resslers Bagels near our house in

my favorite. But, Bob's was...ok.

I also ordered a medium coffee, how

ever each of the 3 coffee choices were at the bottom. So, I had to mix French Roast, Costa Rican and Decaf to get a full cup. A bit rich and I had to add alot of cream. Needless to say, I drank 1/3 of it. It wasn't Dunkin Donuts, that's for sure. That's Right! I think Dunkin Donuts has the best coffee. I am not a Starbucks fan. I like Panera

Bread Chai Tea Latte. That is my yummy favorite!

Anyway, I ate in the car.

As I pulled out of the narrow parking lot, I realized that I was just 1 block away from the West Shore Farmers Market. I have only visited this local market once before, probably 6 or 7 years ago. I decided to brave the crowded parking lot and head into the market.

What a glorious adventure! From a beautiful jewelry store, baby store, to fresh local produce and meats. There was everything that my eye could imagine...and I wasn't the slightest bit hungry.

The most beautiful pies and cookies and delicacies lined the aisles. I called Jim to see if he wanted to meet me there for a lunch date, but he was too busy to indulge me. I would definately

do some serious produce shopping and special meal items at the market. It was just so fun to walk around and take it all in.

I called my mom from the market and let her know I had found a new wonderful place that I thought that she would also enjoy! We made a plan right then and there for my mom to come down next weekend before the baby arrives and we can make a morning of the market and then the Hershey Butterfly Gardens. What a lovely day! I can't wait. ( Dear Baby Salter: If you decide to come before then and change our plans, that would be even better.)

I found alot of beautiful baby clothes at the shop upstairs in the market. I can't wait to go in and pick out a special Boy or Girl outfit for baby's first formal pictures in a few weeks!

After the market, I headed to Harrisburg.

They were setting up for American Music Fest n

ear the river. This weekend is filled with various bands and local musicians and festival food. I hope to make a stop sometime during the long 4th of July weekend. But, I drove past and hopped on Rt. 81 and headed toward Hershey.

I decided to take my chances at the Hollywood Casino/Penn National Raceway. I decided to walk in with $50 and leave with $0 or $100. I walked out 1 hr later with $0, but I had an hour's worth of fun in the meantime.

It was nearing lunch-time, so I decided to choose a place that I have never been, but always wanted to go. What I really wanted was a hot dog and greasy fries and a milkshake.

So, I headed to The Summit, home of the Hot Dog King.

I found a nice little booth and pondered the diner style menu items. I, of course, went with the hot dog with chili sauce, onions, and mustard, the fries and a vanilla shake.

As I sat there thoroughly enjoying my heart attack in a bun lunch, I watched a husband and wife with a 3 year old son sitting just a few tables away, obviously involved in an arguement.

I tried my best to ignore the conversation, but due to the volume, I could not.

Needless to say, about 5 minutes into the arguement and 50 F Bombs and a strong hand squeeze by the husband later, I decided to alert my waitress to what was going on. I was just ready to get up and ask the woman if I could help her, when the man stood up and paid for their drinks and ushered his wife and son out the door.

I was very disturbed by what I had watched. Never in my life had I ever heard a human being berate another human being in such a way. The little boy sat there as his mom cried and his dad cussed and threatened.

After a brief discussion with my waitress about the situation, I made my way outside. In the parking lot, the couple had continued their arguement. This time, mom and son were sitting on a bench in front of the adjacent tattoo shop and the dad was pulled in front of them in a mini van.

The owner of the shop was outside offering the wife assistance, of which the wife told the well-meaning tattoo shop owner to mind her own business and not speak to her husband "that way". I was astounded. I walked over to see if I could help in some way, but the wife did not want any help.

She scooted across the parking lot, pushing her son in his stroller, as her husband sped the van after them and eventually made them get in. The tattoo shop owner headed into her shop to call the police, just as they pulled away.

My heart hurt so much for that little boy who had to endure the harsh words and behavior of his parents, it hurt for the woman who didn't seem to have the courage to walk away from what I can only guess is "normal" for her.

It made me thank God for giving me a partner that loves me and respects me.

It was a drama-filled end to my road-trip.

I needed to come home and perk up with something positive.

I threw a load of laundry in, after 5 full minutes of stain fighting. Jim's attire for the races include white pants. ???? Why in the heck would a flagger/announcer at a dirt track wear white pants you may ask? I know the answer. So that the drivers can see him. Yep, that's why.

BUT, I have to wash these pants twice a week. Thank goodness for Shout Advanced in the blue bottle. It works wonders.

The laundry wasn't a positive lifter for me, so I decided to get a head start on my dessert assignment for my brother in law John's picnic tomorrow.

I pulled out an Apple Pie Kit ( Little Ceasars fund-raiser) and made 2 crumble top Apple Pies.

They turned out wonderful! The house smells delightful!

And it is only 4 pm....Now what????

Full Term otherwise known as 9 months down and ready to go.

Keep in Mind a full term gestational period is 37 to 40 weeks. A due date is based on 40 weeks.

So, weeks 37, 38, 39 and 40 are considered Month 9.

At week 37, your pregnancy is considered full term, meaning baby is likely to thrive after birth. Baby spends these last weeks in preparation for the outside world… meaning careful refinement of the blink, suck, inhale and exhale. Meconium, which you’ll probably find in the first diaper, is accumulating in the intestines. If (okay, as) you worry about giving birth, consider what it’s like for the little one. During the journey out of your womb, baby will produce more stress hormones than any other time in life.

Bags are packed and Mama is ready

I finished packing our bags for the hospital today!

Just a few odds and ends to add: hard candy, magazines, a new brush, a tablet, and a contact case.

I have 2 bags for me and a bag for baby.

I have landed at the portion of pregnancy where my worry has sprung up again. Will the baby be healthy? Will I make it through delivery? Will I know what to do when we bring the baby home?

God has had an amazing way of working all things out, so I am once again reminding myself to lay it all at his feet.