Any Day Now, Please!

According to my husband, the baby is coming on Monday.  He has reasons for this theory that he doesn't want to share until it actually happens, but he's convinced.  I, on the other hand, am more certain that this little bugger will stay put until March.  If there is one thing I've learned about this baby throughout the pregnancy, it's that he's stubborn and he will do the exact opposite of what I want.  What I want is for Eddie's prediction to be true.  Yes, I know that means the baby would still be classified as premature, but not by much.  He has the advantage of being over 5 pounds and already having the steroid so chances are he probably would only have to spend a week in the hospital, which isn't bad at all.  That would give me time to get home and get a few things accomplished and spend some time with Adalynn before her world changes upside down when we bring home her brother.  So, yes, I'm being selfish; I want out of the hospital desperately.  And because of all these reasons, Lil Mac will hold his ground, I'm sure. 

The nurses here told me a horror story (or at least what I would classify as a horror story) of a woman who spent two months on bed-rest here in the hospital only to be sent home, go past her due date, had to be induced, and ended up with a 10 pound baby.  I'm terrified that will be my fate.

So it's a good thing the doctor has given me the green light to "ambulate" around my room.  I no longer am confined to only the bed.  I can be on my feet for longer and wander around aimlessly in circles if I feel like it; I can sit on chairs for meals; I can take longer showers and stand on my feet to do my hair and make-up.  Yesterday's lunch was the first time since the morning of December 30th that I sat at a table to eat.  I felt human.... until I got really uncomfortable and had to go back to bed for the rest of the afternoon.  But it's a start.  I sat on the couch with Adalynn last night to read her book, which was awesome.  Eddie brought me my straightener, so I was finally able to style my hair this morning.  The doctor is hoping this will help build my strength up and get some feeling back in my legs since they've been nothing but pins and needles for weeks now.  I know I still need to take it easy and not go too crazy, but I'm hoping some of this activity will get our son motivated to make his grand entrance.... but not into the toilet.