Glimmer of Hope

I have to admit, I've been pretty down and out this week.  Instead of getting easier, it actually has been harder being away from home as more time passes.  But I was given a glimmer of hope today that has boost my spirit quite a bit.  The doctor is always telling me that my plan of action is to stay pregnant.  So when he came to see me today, I asked him what the plan of action is if I do stay pregnant.  I was curious if 32 weeks was still the magic number and what would happen - if I would get shipped back to Trinity or if I would get to go home.  He really surprised me and told me that if things stay stable as they have been, I should be able to go home (as in my HOUSE) sometime next week or next weekend.  Of course, this is under the condition that I do NOTHING when I go home.  I must stay as stagnant as I am now.  I know it will be hard, but I am willing to do anything in order to be with Eddie and Adalynn again.  The only thing is that Eddie will have to take care of not only Adalynn but me as well.  Poor guy.  He definitely is getting the shaft in all of this. 

Also, I think I finally have them convinced that my weeks change every Tuesday and always have.  Instead of adding an extra day to the pregnancy due to the leap year, they should have shortened my due date by one day since there is an extra day this year.  I was doing a bunch of online calculations yesterday and no matter what site I was on, when I entered the first day of my last period, it gave me the same due date: March 13th.  So apparently that means I was told March 14th originally in error, most likely because my doctor was probably using her standard calendar and not one that accommodated the leap year.  I realize it's just one day, but in our circumstance every day counts and means a lot.  Supposedly they are going to update that here so we're all on the same page, and that makes a difference.  I was reading in all the preterm labor material that they gave me that every day the baby is in the womb equates to up to three days less in the NICU for the baby.  That's a big deal.

But even though there is light at the end of the tunnel, it all still depends on our little guy and if he cooperates.  My biggest worry is that he's going to decide to enter this world during a time when Eddie is not here (after all, that's most of the time) and there is no way Eddie would get here in time for the birth.  Lil Mac just needs to hang in there another week or so.  Tomorrow will be two weeks in Peoria.  In some ways, it has flown by.  In other ways, it's dragged.  But as long as our son stays put, my time here is now limited!