Today is a Thursday. Today I would be one week closer to meeting you. Today, like every Thursday, I've checked to see which developmental milestones you'd be achieving this week in my womb. Your tiny fingertips would be complete with tiny fingerprints. Your own tiny identity. I'd know if you were a boy or a girl. I'd be able to feel you turn, hiccup, and kick. I'd be able to look down and be reminded that you are there. But now, I don't like Thursdays.