Murphy is having to sleep in her crib until she gets home.
We had a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and looks like my blood pressure is trending up, but we are just watching it at this point. I have no other signs of preeclampsia, so nothing to get worked up about yet. I go back for some labwork on Wednesday, and then on Friday we will re-evaluate this situation that I loving refer to as purgatory. My doctors are such teases with the word induction these days. So no promises just hopes of her making her debut on her own terms. Those are all of the facts for now, so over to you Wilson.
This is over 3 weeks ago. You can imagine what I look like now!
Now its my turn. As the self appointed color analyst for this game I have got the low down on the down low. That's right, I tattle on the waddler and will pay for it later. She is generally uncomfortable, but she trys to make the best of it. She has completely given up on anything that isn't for comfort (i.e. clothes and shoes). I told her last week that she was giving her dress pattern a run for its money and she has responded by "porky pigging it" or "pulling a Wes" (FYI: wearing a shirt with no pants). I have learned that Scalini's is low grade dog food and that trolls work there during the daylight hours. We are anxious at this point but fully comprehend the whole watched pot story (that's everyone else's hint to quit saying "it will happen when it is supposed to happen"). Hopefully the next update will be from the hospital and the process will not take too long. Glover out.
