In one more day we hit 32 weeks. Eight months down. Not too bad considering we came darn close to having them about two weeks ago.
Here's the happs: We got a call from the doctor and after talking with the high-risk specialists and the neonatal muckity-mucks, she's set B-Day for Tuesday, December 19th. Of course, as we've learned, they could always come earlier, but everyday they spend on the inside is a good one (except for Mae), so I hope that ends up being the day.
Now, them being born so close to Christmas doesn't mean you're allowed to get them one gift for both their birthday and Christmas every year. That's just cruel. They'll already have to contend with a whiny clone taking all their stuff, so give them a break.
posted by roman mars @ 11:34 PM
