5 days.

So I'm 5 days late.

This is the first month that Christen and I decided not to prevent. We aren't trying, per se, but we aren't not trying. I haven't told him yet that I'm late -- I've decided that I would wait until after this weekend (we're going to a friend's wedding) before I get a test. The thing is, if I am -- I'm scared to death. I've always been scared I wouldn't be able to have children, but I'm scared to be pregnant. In my reading there's all these things I shouldn't eat, and things I should and shouldn't do, and ... labor scares the bejezus out of me. My mother's pelvic bones wouldn't shift and she had to have emergency c-sections, and I'm pretty sure I'll have the same issues. My cord was wrapped around my neck and I almost died twice -- who's to say this won't happen to my kid?

Anyhow, I'm only 5 days late. No need to think about these things yet.