Today was my due date for George. He is 5 weeks old, today. He also weighs 9 pounds exactly on our homescale. I cannot imagine how miserable I would have been if I'd carried him to term. God really knows what we need and what we can handle.
I'm not sure if I've mentioned it here or not, but, in the last week before George's birth, I was feeling SUPER SUPER pregnant. I kept praying, "Dear Lord, I don't want a premie (meaning I don't want to have a baby early if it would be at the baby's detriment), but I REALLY REALLY don't want to be pregnant anymore."
God knows how to answer our prayers.