I got nothing...

I didn't mean to be dramatic by not posting, it's really just a question of I've really got nothing to say.  And when I do say something, it seems to inappropriately tempt fate and I've developed an unhealthy superstitious attitude.

Still hanging out in patient.  Was pretty much positive we were delivering within 24 hours last Monday.  Dilated more, regular 2-3 minute contractions for hours and the like, but then it all stopped.  OB, nurses, other OB and the like were all also convinced, so no clue what really happened, but I like it.

Good news is that the event that we think precipitated that preterm labor episode was the movement of Lefty from transverse to breech.  And in the process, she seems to have fixed her cord issue.  Free your leg and your heart will follow... We actually have not seen any of the recurrent variables or bradycardia episodes since that day and that has us at a week now.  This is good news!

But with two cervix changing episodes to date and an irritable (the medicos for some reason don't agree with the term bitchy or even whiny) uterus that throws fits at such things as lying flat on back, too much fetal movement and not having a sufficiently empty bladder, they've still got me hanging here even with the improvement in the fetal strips. 

We should have a growth ultrasound with their BPP tomorrow and I'll try to remember to be a good person and update with that.  Because notoriously accurate ultrasound weights are fascinating, right?  Does sarcasm convey in writing?

Other news is the movement on Lefty and then Righty deciding to get in the game and become breech as well (breech-breech for the win) has resulted in belly dropping from it's round ball appearance to looking like a true, sagging beer belly.  Kinda fun.  They are definitely bigger than I was when Trajan was induced at 38 weeks and this is pretty amazing to me.

Still getting a lot of work done for work here and I think that's crucial to my sanity.  Seeing the boys and exercising half-hour wheelchair privileges with them to go on "adventures" is even more crucial to my sanity.  An amazing and patient doctor plus some truly wonderful humans as nurses also can not be underappreciated.

So, life is going well.  Not ideal, but good and we are blessed to be experiencing it.

Last thought: it's really starting to look like we may end up with four children.  Four children living in our house.  Four kids, really?!?