Early Arrivals: A Growing Problem
By Jacqueline M. Duda Special to The Washington Post Tuesday, February 6, 2007; HE01 The muscles surrounding my pregnant belly were tightening with ominous regularity as I waited for my asthma doctor to check my wheezy lungs. I have a small frame, and it looked like I had stuffed a dinosaur egg under my shirt. Now, at 25 weeks, it looked ready to hatch. I crossed my legs. Yeah, like that would help. “Are you having contractions?” the nurse asked….