Well, it's 33 weeks and counting. Saturday we'll hit 34. And we have another ultrasound on Tuesday which might give us a better indication of what we can expect going forward. Or not. The worst thing about this is still the waiting. For something to happen. And the fear that's attached to that.

Thanks for the comments on the last post, believe it or not they helped a lot, so I guess I'm glad I'm writing this stuff down. I'm just not at the computer much these days.

The baby is doing fine though, by all accounts. He's moving a lot still, which is good, but making me pretty uncomfortable. And as far as we can tell he's growing well. Again, the ultrasound will give us a better indication of that. And I'm really, really hoping that the OB will let us schedule an early c-section if the baby looks good. If we can get him out before I start a bleed on my own, well then I think that lessens the risks a fair bit. And I'm all for that.

Christmas was nice here, very quiet, but nice that we at least got to spend it at home with each other, and not in the hospital. Same with New Years. Quiet, but together, and that's the most important thing. Now I just wish that CW had more to do during the day, but there's not much we can do about that at the moment. And he probably doesn't know any better right now anyway. At least he's got a bunch of new toys to play with, and I can play blocks with him from the couch. I am beginning to get VERY sick of the couch though. But...it's better than the alternative, so I'm trying to stay as positive as I can.

That's it for this one. I can hear N and CW finishing in the bath, and he doesn't know I've been updating.

Bye for now.