My second trimester flew right by. I managed to get lots done and felt pretty good. As long as I stuck to a fairly strict diet, I tended to feel good. The 3rd trimester has hit me in the face like a ton of bricks. More accurately, it feels like I have 30 pounds sitting on my stomach crushing my lungs and kicking my bladder-which I know is impossible since I have only gained 8lbs so far. Ellie gets a weight check in a week to see how she is growing and if all goes well, she should arrive in mid to late January-hoping more like mid January. I feel like telling Adam not to worry that I won't be obese forever because, like most pregnant women feel this far along, I feel like a normal sized person trapped in a fat suit. With all that being said, it is still amazing to be pregnant and feel Ellie move. Growing a human life is a miracle even with the aches and pains. The kids are in awe of feeling her kick and squirm around. They fight over who she will look like and who gets to hold her first.
Weston is doing well. His days are very busy with many therapies. Most recently, his OT and I had a strongly worded conversation about how he needs OT twice a week and if he wasn't in the hospital, they would expect me to take him to OT twice a week so I expect them to come see him twice a week. I feel like Adam and I have done everything imaginable to make sure Weston stays with and ahead of his peers and now, they need to do their part. I know the stronger he is going into surgery, the stronger he will be afterwards. I am kind of hateful when it comes to Weston's care. I want things done correctly and I don't like crappy answers. I feel like, in some ways, we were let down for the almost 2 years that Adam and I begged for answers about why Weston would almost fall over dead 1,2, 10 times a day. Since even these amazing doctors couldn't give us answers and we managed to keep him alive, the least they can do is take good care of him now until his transplant.
The other kids are doing good. Easton usually gets to go see Weston once a week and we try to bring all of the kids up every other week. They were sick last week so they won't get to see him until maybe the weekend. The hospital gave us free tickets to Sesame Place and it is supposed to be really nice on Friday and Saturday. We have never been and know we probably won't ever get the opportunity to have all of the kids up here so we can take them.
Other than that, we are just waiting for the call for Weston. Waiting on something we have no control over is the hardest part.
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