Not gonna say it
So. Today was the big Dr's appointment. The one that I've been going around telling everyone that "Yeah, Thursday, that's probably going to be it. Between the eight pounds, the thirty-eight weeks and the pre-eclampsia, not to mention the fact that they've already been talking about inducing, I'd be surprised if they let us leave."
Of course, they let as leave. The pre-eclampsia has receded, at least for now. We're going back in on Monday, and they're still saying that we probably won't get to go to the due date of the 26th, even if things don't get started on their own, but we're certainly home now, and Ducky seems to be perfectly content to hang out in her current room for a bit longer, rather than moving out into the one we've been putting together for her. I'm not complaining.
Of course, they let as leave. The pre-eclampsia has receded, at least for now. We're going back in on Monday, and they're still saying that we probably won't get to go to the due date of the 26th, even if things don't get started on their own, but we're certainly home now, and Ducky seems to be perfectly content to hang out in her current room for a bit longer, rather than moving out into the one we've been putting together for her. I'm not complaining.