The Ponderer

I hate this place. I want to go home so much. I was really impressed when we first got here. I mean its way better than Reid. But that doesn't make it amazing. Plus being in one room all day long in a bed, bleh not fun. I am hoping that sooner rather than later we can go home. At least by next Wednesday. Thats my birthday. The dietitian said that if necessary, if I am still here, she will have them up my insulin at one meal so I can have birthday cake. She's pretty cool I like her.

So, Sarah is starting to go into labor even more. She's been dilated for 2 weeks, but now she's loosing her mucus plug thing. So, its likely little Hayden will be born while I am here. Which makes me sad. I've been there for the other kids. I want to be there this time too. She's my best friend. You know?

Sam is so good to me. I know this cannot be any easier for him then it is for me. I know its hard to have to find stuff to eat when you can't cook. And we have to stay away from fast food for him because that adds up. He went home to do laundry yesterday. Brought back more clothes, some different Munchkin games, some movies, and the laptop. He was gone a long time, but he brought back enough stuff to last through Tuesday. So thats good. Hopefully by then we can go home. But I have this sneaking suspicion that that will not be the case.

Well that is enough rambling for now. Keep a check here while I'm in the hospital. I may likely update twice a day. And at least one will have hospital doctor news.

Later Taters