Today I am 24 weeks along in my pregnancy. That means I have 16 weeks left to go. I had my regular OB checkup yesterday, and everything looks good. Blood pressure was fine, he seemed pleased with everything else. Aside from the back troubles, everything is progressing smoothly thus far. We have narrowed down our name choices for our baby boy to two - either Austin James Woodruff or Travis James Woodruff. We keep going back and forth between those two, and may not make a final decision until we meet him. We still have not purchased any baby stuff, and we are trying to hold off until after the baby shower, which will be on June 20, at my mother's house. I hate having to stand in line for customer service, so I am trying to avoid needing to return anything. The urge to nest is starting to get a little stronger, though. Especially since it is starting to look more and more like I am going to get a take-home baby out of the deal. According to some sources, a baby born in the 24th week has a 60% chance of survival, depending on sex, race, and NICU quality. As someone who has dealt with infertility, statistics like that definitely cross my mind. It certainly is helping make it seem more real, knowing that even if I suddenly went into labor today, I could still get a live baby to take home with me in the end (after NICU, of course). Not that I want that to happen, of course, but if it did, there is a decent chance that it could turn out okay. I know it's probably kind of morbid to think like that, but I can't help it. Each week that passes will make it seem more real.