My last injection was Saturday night. It’s weird not to spend 10 minutes with the Professor each night injecting my bum. It is weird not having permanent marker circles drawn on my ass. It is weird knowing that the fate of this pregnancy is now 100% out of my hands. All I can do is sit back on my tender haunches and pray.
I love you so, so, so much. How much? 70 injections much. And I would do another 200 if it would guarantee that you will come home with me in June. Instead I’ll just have faith that you are there, kicking away, growing like a weed and preparing to rock our world in just a few short months.