Yes, folks, I have made it to almost 33 weeks!! And I'm still here in the hospital. I have been reading, eating, sleeping, and watching TV. Brendan usually visits for lunch and my mom has been bringing Ingrid over in the afternoon, so I'm feeling good. I have made approximately 509 felt garlands (give or take 500) and my blanket is covered in tiny felt scraps and crumbs from when Ingrid comes to visit.
Otis is doing so well, his heart rate is where it's supposed to be, he moves a lot, and the little stinker is showing a personality--every single time they put the monitor on he kicks it off. My 5:30 am non-stress tests are so fun because he refuses to be caught on the monitor so it's a constant struggle to get him to stay in one place long enough for them to get a good look at his heart tones. I am so excited to meet him!!
Last night on one of the hospital TV channels they had a very outdated but informative video of what it's like in the NICU. They showed a teeny baby that had to have been super early and only 2lbs or so. It made me thankful that I am past that really scary stage and the doctors feel Otis will be big and strong enough to make the transition from womb to real life without a lot of problems. I sure hope so!
The plan as of now is that a week from Sunday, when I'm 34 weeks, I will be induced. Which means we'll have a December 19/20 baby instead of a January 30 baby. Little guy wanted to make sure he was here for Christmas and that we got our tax break this year instead of next! Thanks, Otis.
I am a bit worried about Ingrid's reaction to everything. She seems fine but yesterday when she was visiting she had a little episode. She stomped on my feet, I told her it hurt, asked her to apologize. She did, then went directly to my mom and stomped on her feet, looking at me the whole time like "what're you gonna do about it, mom??" I tried to talk to her and make her sit on the chair and she just wouldn't listen and kept giving me these sly little looks of hers. Totally acting out, letting me know she is NOT happy with how things are going right now and how disrupted her life has been. It breaks my heart knowing she's going through something no one can control, but luckily she's young and won't remember this in a few months. We'll get through it!
So that's that. Another week in the hospital and then hopefully I can break out of here to be home for Christmas.