A few days ago, I went to bed looking at Tidy and said, "Tomorrow is the beginning of our 29th week." I got weepy. I think it finally hit me that there is a real big chance that these will be our take home babies. While of course we want them to stay inside for quite a bit longer, if they were to have to enter the world now, their chances of survival are very high. This is very comforting.
I don't have a whole lot to update everyone on, other than my dad and mom came for a visit last weekend to help get a few things accomplished in the nursery that I simply couldn't have done at this point. We hung the light fixture (I can't count how many "M-thr, F-thrs" cam out of my dad's mouth... LOL! We certainly are carved from the same stone. When I do projects like that, while I do enjoy it, every little annoyance turns into some swear word leaking out of my mouth). We also put the baseboards back in (I had taken them out a few years ago to pain them and just never put them back in. I didn't want to finish that room until I had a reason to. I'm sure many of you understand). And finally, I changed out all of the outlet with GCI protectors on them. Now, we just need to get the windows replaced (in a few weeks) and then I can finally start putting some of our stuff away.
Each day when I spend time organizing or making lists of things to do, I get a little sense of reality, that soon, this room, these clothes, these blankets, will be filled with our babies.
It seems real sometimes, and yet other times when I'm sitting on the couch with Tidy, watching the Masters on a normal spring weekend, I realize that I truly have no clue how our life is about to change. But that's ok. It's a fun anticipation to linger with.
And now, the stats: