For a normal person this Wednesday would mark the half way point in a pregnancy, for me I'm past that but there's no knowing how far past. But no matter what, the reality of it all really starts to set in around the halfway mark. During a fitful night of sleep last night (for Jr. and therefore me too), I began to worry about what we were going to do with Jr. during the day while I'm in the hospital. My husband can't skip all of his classes and work just because I had a baby. After all, he'll need to miss at least two days of classes/work in the spring for Holy Week. But I know that everything will work out, but it's all part of the pregnancy crazies.