28 Weeks Later....

"You're on a gravy train with biscuit wheels Roy!"

-Ernie "Big Ern" McKracken

This week was the big 28 week mark.  For whatever reason, the 28 week mark is the magic point where the risk of developmental issues resulting from premature birth drops off dramatically.  Trust me, I googled it, and the story checks out.  We haven't had any serious problems so far, but knowing you can always just yank 'em out if absolutely necessary is nice to know.

Pookie is still doing great, she has a sore back most of the time, and a few other discomforts, but overall the gravy train keeps on rolling.  Our doctor is starting to think we are going to be meeting our little Pooklings around the 31 week mark.  For those of you that are not so hot at math, that means we are three weeks out.  New Year's Triplets has a ring to it, am I right?

I am not known for my memory, because I don't have one.  This means that over the years I have been forced to develop a few tricks to keep me from missing important dates, kind of like how blind people count stairs.  A good example would be our wedding anniversary, December 31st.  It is impossible to miss that.  How many dudes can recite the date they proposed?  This dude can, because I did it on my birthday.  This is the kick-ass organizational skill I was talking about.  I now am going to have all three of my kids' birthdays on the same day, and quite possibly on Christmas Day, or maybe even December 31st (which would almost be too easy).  I have decided to title the book "How to Keep From Forgetting Important Dates Without Putting in an Effort or Writing Shit Down".  Hello best-sellers list.

We are still kind of just putting along, things are still pretty routine.  The house is ready, mom is ready, dad is stunned, and Herb the cat is indifferent.  I expect all of this to continue until the big day. 

Pictures soon, I promise.