No News Is Good News

Thanks for all the love, support, calls, and texts today.

Basically, no news is good news. Our boy's heart looks pretty much the same as it did last month, which is actually good! It means there are no new complications and we can keep him baking in there for a while yet!

We are scheduled to be induced in DC February Ninth and are looking forward to seeing our son (I'm really hoping he has his Daddy's dimples!). Until then, I still go see lots of doctors to keep an eye on him and me.

There have been a multitude of people who have helped watch our Ellie girl while we were at appointments, and I can't even begin to tell you how much that means to us both. The prayers, listening ears, and hope that are thrown our way sure make this easier to deal with.

The closer we come to having him in the outside world, the more nervous I become I must confess. There are still a lot of unknowns. There are still a lot of risks. He's still my baby boy. I beg for patience and understanding, especially if I don't return phone calls or texts right away.

We are pretty tired tonight (as are my parents I imagine, who made the trip out to DC with Blair and I...which means more than either of them will ever know), so I this is probably all I'll say before drinking some warm tea and passing WAY out.

There are many blessings in this storm we are weathering (like he fact that we will be able to see Blair's Dad before baby comes, with the possibility that he might get to meet his grandson!) and we are sure to count them.

Regular pregnancy is certainly starting to takes it toll on this Momma too. I am BEAT by the end of the day. Our boy is getting bigger and bigger (he gained an estimated pound from last week to this week..I need more protein and less chocolate!) and rolling from side to side gets harder and harder.

We have around 20 days until we get to meet this guy, and THAT is when our REAL battle begins.