Dereliction of Duty

Yeah, I know. A whole weekend without word of our goings on. Believe me, you haven't missed anything. Days 11 and 12 passed without incident. Anna and my sister spent Saturday afternoon painting and embroidering while I took care of things at home. Yesterday, I went home in the morning to wait for the DirectTV technicians, then stayed a couple of hours longer to give Anna some time to herself. She was bored and lonely by 2pm. Now that we're approaching the two-week mark, it's becoming clear that boredom is our biggest enemy. It seems strange to be worrying about how long we're going to be here, given that this whole thing started with us praying we'd make it through the first three days. This morning, Dr. Cherry informed us that they'd probably just take the baby out if Anna makes it to 36 weeks. That's right - 36. I've been hoping Anna could make it to 32, and she's been looking forward to 34 as the point at which this waiting game would end. Hearing that it could be two more weeks beyond that hit her kind of hard. We're both happy that Frankie's staying put, but we have a hard time imagining another month of this. Anna's a great sport, and she's doing everything she can think of to stay busy, but there's only so much embroidery a gal can do. She's finished two potholders, a bib, and a blanket. Now she's turned her attention to a change purse for Dr. Cherry, and monogrammed handkerchiefs for the other doctors. If anyone has any other ideas that'll chew up huge chunks of time, and that can be done from the semi-prone position, let us know.

Other than suffering through the tedium, we're both doing well. The doctors and nurses all tell us that Frankie is in great shape, and although she doesn't like to hear it, they tell us there are no indications that Anna's going anywhere fast. Thanks for keeping us in your thoughts and prayers, and I'll let everyone know as soon as anything changes.