The hospital is getting old. I crave fresh air. I had the nurse bring me a fan to at least stir the air and that helped my spirits some. They boys seem to be handling things well, though Ivan still asks to stay with me. Uncle John has been a big help, and Josh is doing well.
I've been spending time working on a quilt-a robot quilt. I get ideas off line, but basically these little guys (some more than others) are creatures of my imagination.
Baby seems to be doing well. The last ultrasound showed him growing well and he will be at least 5 if not 6 lbs by the 11th. Only problem is the huge vein near my cervix. Doctor says she isn't comfortable waiting past the 11th. It's just not worth the risk. My anxiety level fluctuates between feeling fine, and just not sure how this is going to go. An imagination can be a blessing or a curse.
C-Section should be just fine and routine-unless of course they nick the vein. But, doctor says don't worry, they act quickly and the resuscitation team will be there. Gee, sure...not worried at all.
All I can say, is I will be glad when this is over. Physically, this hasn't been bad, but emotionally I am starting to feel worn down. I just want him here with no craziness involved.
We continue to be blessed by friends and family.
|Robots can easily start to look like Aliens. But, that's okay, because I will be using outer space fabric anyway for sashing.|
|I talked Josh into designing the last one today. Here is how I interpreted his sketch. Hope he likes it, I still need to sew it down.|