April 17... Monday...

Today was the day Eric was released from the hospital after being there for a week, then Lily and I brought him to Ostroff again.

We'd decided to put him in a 12 week program, and later on we'd schedule an evaluation to decide whether he needed to stay longer or not.

It was official: I was going to have our baby without him, since she was due in 10 weeks. At least I could go see him to decide on her name, and take her to visit him once she was born.

Eleanor, Blair and I had been hard at work on the new maternity line for Waldorf Designs. Now, instead of Eric staying with them, I had to bring the girls over to Dad and Lily's every morning before work.

I made a plan to visit Eric on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays after work. The first few visits, we didn't really speak much. I guess he was still mad I made him stay there. After the first week, he started to open up to me again.

Dad was going to start going to my doctor's appointments with me instead of Eric now, starting with my checkup on April 25.

I completed the new baby's bedroom on April 28.

By the beginning of May, Eric didn't hate his stay at Ostroff as much as he originally had. I actually think he realized I was only trying to help him.

May 4...

I'd woken up with a crampy stomach, but it wasn't until I was out with Vanessa and Nate (their kids were with a babysitter) at lunch that I realized what was going on.

I was in fucking preterm labor.

"Hey, V?" I asked as we got ready to leave.

"Yeah? Is everything ok?"

"Not really, I'm pretty sure I'm having contractions." I nervously told her.

"Wait, when is your baby due?"

"Not for another 8 weeks!"

"Shit! Nate! We have to go to the hospital! Now!" She exclaimed.

"What's going on?"

"Jenny's having contractions!"

"Ok, yeah let's fucking go!" Nate laughed nervously, hailing a cab.

May 8... Monday...

The doctors had managed to stop the baby from arriving early, and they kept me in their watch for a couple days.

They let me go on Monday, and I hurried in to see Eric. Chuck had went to see him in my place on Friday, since I was in the hospital.

Eric went on and on about how glad he was that our baby wasn't born too early. Then we started talking about her name.

At the end of my visit, we'd decided on a middle name, but not a first.

After I'd almost had the baby too early (caused by all the stress of everything), Eleanor refused to let me work for more than three hours at once. She let me work up to six hours a day, but made me take a huge break in between.

Besides that, the clothing line was coming along quite well.

May 17... Wednesday...

Eric had been at Ostroff for a month. Today he got to show me how his cuts were healing. I couldn't help but be happy. Also, I got to show him pictures from the ultrasound at my checkup the previous day.

The doctor had predicted that would be my last one before our baby girl arrived.

We decided on her full name that day, and it surely was beautiful. Also, I packed my hospital bag so I would be ready to deliver her when the time came.

Even more cool news: earlier in the day, at work, Blair had showed us her tiny start of a baby bump! She was just at 12 weeks along, and just starting to show.

May 26... Friday...

Eleanor had insisted this be my last day of work, and that I should start my maternity leave, since I was nearly 36 weeks pregnant.

Dan and Serena announced that their babies were both girls.

Chuck and Blair would be finding out the sex of their baby in the near future.

June 7... Wednesday...

I was officially full term with our baby girl, and she was going to be born any time now.

Eric and I talked about it with glee when I visited him.

My baby bump was absolutely huge, and my belly button was all pointy and weird again. Honestly, it was hilarious.

It was strange, the baby hadn't dropped yet. It's like she wasn't going to.

She didn't drop until June 11.

I still managed to visit Eric the next day, since I wasn't in labor yet.

June 17... Saturday...

Chuck and Blair found out the gender of their baby today, except they chose to keep it a secret until Blair's gender reveal baby shower.

Somehow, with my huge stomach, I managed to still be pregnant. The baby wasn't counted as late yet though, since I was only 38 weeks pregnant and it wasn't late until after 40 weeks.

My visits with Eric kept getting more and more interesting, since we kept finding more things to talk and laugh about.

On June 21, I got to talk with the doctors that were taking care of him, and they said they were really seeing some good improvement from him.

As long as he was getting better, I was happy. Well, hopefully the baby would arrive soon and stop squishing and kicking my internal organs, but I can't really complain, since she's just growing healthy and strong.

Tianna was starting to really string words together in sentences, and even though they were improper, they were adorable.

Kalika was crawling everywhere, and learning to walk a little bit.

June 27... Tuesday...

I woke up at 5 am, with my stomach muscles contracting. Finally! I was in labor, and it was ready to happen.

I knew there was no point in waking everyone up this early to go to the hospital, so I just sat in bed for a few hours, which was ok, since the contractions weren't that bad.

Around 8, I started feeling hungry, but I knew I couldn't eat in case there was a need for a cesarean again.

A bit later, Tianna started crying, and I had to get up and get her.

I fed the girls, struggling a bit with the contractions getting more intense.

It was about 10, when I figured I should go to the hospital, so I called Chuck, then Dad, Serena, and Vanessa.

Chuck and Blair picked me up and took me there.

I'd just gotten out of the limo when I felt a little pop and felt my thighs get warm and wet. Clearly, my water had just broke. Then I had an extremely painful contraction and bent over in pain, letting out a little whimper.

This baby seemed to be taking her time.