She’s still pregnant. Thank goodness.
And while the hourly ups and downs, including zingers like “we need to deliver you today” (now heard appx. every 18 hours) and “we are concerned about your liver failing” are nearly impossible for even my sister and her husband to keep track of, as of right now, those babies are still just where they want to be.
Thank you, H & W readers, for your kind thoughts, words and prayers. It’s working.
Got any suggestions for a name for each of these cherubs? Jumper and Dancer not currently under consideration, though they would evidently be appropriate names.