Day 39...

Since we arrived here May 3rd, we've been keeping track of my stay with a countUP, not a countdown. We figured a countUP would be more encouraging since every extra day was progress, versus putting up "74 days to go!" which would have seemed overwhelming.

As for Day 39, my contractions have picked up a little bit in the last few days which has required me to receive an occasional shot but all seems to be under control for the time being.

The medical drama for the time being has transferred to Orange County, where my 92-year-old grandfather was put into 24-hour nursing care after suffering more and more falls. It is tough to see but he is stable and being well cared for. Then this morning, my grandmother (his wife) had a major fall in her apartment and was rushed to the ER with a sprained ankle and, worst of all, a broken hip. She is awaiting surgery tomorrow. My poor mom has certainly been put through the wringer and Bob hopes to give my parents a break with the kids so they can spend some time down south.

Today, we had a great visit with the kids where they enjoyed a picnic lunch in the hospital and showed off some arts and crafts they made with their great Aunt Patti a few days ago. Danny noted that he had never had a picnic in a hospital before.

I had secretly hoped that Luke would arrive a few days early so that he could be born on the 12th of the month just like his two siblings (October 12th and December 12th). We doubt Luke will hold off until July 12th so who knows, maybe this Friday will be the day!