Guilt

My husband got the news last night that someone we know had their baby last night. 

First of all, I didn't even know this person was pregnant.  But.  Maybe that's because it was early.  Very early.  24 weeks, I think?

Scary stuff.  The baby is less than 2 pounds.  I can't imagine how emotionally draining that situation is right now.  That kind of worry, the worrying you as a mom for your kids' wellbeing, is all encompassing.  And the list of things she's dealing with right now is overwhelming, I'd imagine. 

And here I am.  Complaining about being so pregnant.  I've been pregnant for 256 days.  A torture she'd gladly trade for, I'm sure. 

So there it is.  I'm a horrible and selfish person. 

I will say, that I am monumentally thankful that so far, this baby boy looks healthy, is constantly active and has stayed safely tucked away in my belly long enough to be fully operational on his own when he does decide to grace us with his arrival.  Perspective is a mean little b when it wants your attention.