Update

Yesterday I went in for an ultrasound. Everything looks great. He's becoming quite squished in there these days, but giving quite a fight. His weight gain is looking good. He has put on weight and now weighs 4 pounds 15 ounces. So he's almost to the five pound marker, which is great. He did drop in his percentage again though, and now he is in the 18% bracket, which isn't bad. I'm trying to be optimistic about this. My doctor says that if he gets to 10% then they'll deliver him right away, but I have three weeks before I get induced anyway, so I'm not too worried.
On the other hand I find it quite amusing. I'm three days from being 36 weeks along, which is the same gestational age that Collin was delivered at, and he came into this world weighing 7.6 lbs. So it's crazy for me to have a small baby, never had that happen before!

Here's his heart, pumping away. It's so ironic to think it can work so perfectly while he's inside me and yet when he's born it will slowly fail. All I can say is that I feel extremely blessed everyday to live in a world of modern medicine.

So today Talin is home sick. He had a fever all night and was still running a 103 degree temp this morning. So he's at home. And we had a bad winter storm last night, nasty ice outside, so I didn't take Collin to preschool because I didn't want to drag Talin out into the weather this morning. And maybe I'm just a little lazy and am justifying not leaving the house today.

I'm scared it's going to be a long day; already I've broken up a fight. Supposedly Collin is teasing Talin while he's watching Star Wars on the couch. Sometimes I wonder, I mean isn't the older brother suppose to be the tease? And Collin is already getting bored, ate breakfast an hour ago and keeps asking for treats. Argghh!! It's going to be a long day. And my throat hurts and I just want to lie down in bed!

On the other hand I'm not looking forward to this week, I have to go back to the hospital tomorrow for stress testing, and Collin doesn't have preschool on Wednesday which means I'll need to drag him along.

And then on Thursday I'm going on his preschool field trip to the Historic Building downtown, this involves riding in a crusty school bus with fifteen other four year olds.

And then on Friday I have to take Collin into the ENT (ear, nose, throat) to let them have a look at his ears and decide if he needs tubes.

Then on Saturday we have a tour at the hospital to check out the NICU and meet the staff that will be caring for Junior when he comes.

Sorry, don't mean to sound so whiney today, but I feel exhausted, and four hospital trips in one week is tiring. I know, I know, I should get used to it! In a few weeks it will be two to three times a day I'll be down there! But for now I'm dealing with this.