You'll most likely notice a few less posts popping up here in the next little bit. Sadly, the p17 shot that has held off my normal early dilation has ceased to perform it's magic, and I found myself in Labor & Delivery triage yesterday morning. Seven is 28 weeks baked, which is a very good place to be--far, far better than the 19 weeks gestation we were at when Logan started trying to make his way into the world. At any rate, it's time for me to spend the majority of my days lying on my left side, drinking oodles and oodles of water, thanking God for the chance to do this all again, and generally doing nothing but baking a baby to the point where he or she will be as healthy as possible when it's showtime.
We're nowhere near a critical juncture at this point (praise God!) and 4 more weeks is all it will take to deliver a baby with excellent chances for full health and a minimal NICU stay. Still, your prayers for Seven are more than appreciated. If you feel led, prayers also for our older children--who have thus far shouldered more responsibilities without a grumble--and for Mr. Blandings--who is being both Momma and Daddy right now--are coveted. Thus far, the Lord has been in full control of this miraculous journey, and we have faith that He continues to walk ahead of us.