This weekend I reached a huge milestone. 24 weeks. Smack in the middle of the second trimester I've reach the landmark date known by the medical community as the age of viability. That means should I go into labor, God forbid, my little babe stands a chance of surviving. Her life can be fought for and she can win! Much earlier than this weekend, even with resuscitation attempts, a premature infant born before this gestational age wouldn't survive. She'd instead be swaddled and placed in my arms as the doctors would explain there was nothing they could do.
So, while there are still months to go I am savoring this little milestone knowing that my baby has now gone from being just a part of me to a viable person all her own. In the mean time I'll keep her cookin' a little longer.
Here's to 24 weeks!