Throughout my pregnancy I kept telling myself that at least I didn't have it bad as my friend, Kate. The poor girl went through months of hyperemesis gravidarum then started her intern year of general adult medicine. She was put to work like you wouldn't believe, sleep deprived, and under an enormous amount of stress and pressure. After all that her maternity leave was short despite having to undergo a c-section.
The quote that will live in infamy was uttered by Kate's senior resident when her water broke during morning rounds and she was wheeled away: "Are you coming back?!"
Reflecting on my own pregnancy, labor, delivery, and recovery I've been thinking lately that I might not have it in me to do this again. It would seem even more daunting the second time around, knowing what I know now. So what news do I receive today? Kate is pregnant again and is due during her last year of residency. What?!