Okay, I really feel like a big baby. I've just learned the story of my roommate, and her pregnancy makes mine seem like a breezy day at the beach. She was admitted to the hospital when she was just shy of five months because her cervix was opening. They had stitched it closed, but it kept reopening. Her treatment: three months at the hospital on the strictest bed rest. That means no bathroom privileges (hello, bed pan), no showers, no getting up to simply hug a visitor. She's not handling it well — who would? — and admits to being extremely depressed. I hear her crying at night. Sometimes I join her.
If she can do three months, I can do 17 days. The sacrifices that so many women make to have children blow me away.