I have officially been off Ibuprofen since Monday. Ibuprofen is great for controlling pre-term labor, but can only be used until 34 or 35 weeks, or it will interfere with the baby learning to breathe on it's own. I am glad I was able to take it, we are almost into the safe zone to deliver this baby without complications. Monday is the goal, if I can make it till Monday, everything will be fine. He will still be 5 weeks early, which would mean a hospital stay for a while, but there would be no long-term effects. I really want to go longer than that, I do not want to have a baby that has to stay in the hospital again. I am definitely having more contractions and pain since I went off of the Ibuprofen, but that was to be expected. I have not yet gone into labor, so that is good!
I think it would be a lot easier if I were not trying to take care of my invalid husband during all of this, but we are on the tail end of his recovery. This morning, Marty made the switch from Vicodin to Ibuprofen for his pain, and he is feeling a lot better. He made the announcement that he dropped something on the floor and was actually able to pick it up. Hallelujah! It sounds like such a little thing, but around here, it is huge. It's amazing the mess that three small children can make when they have two capable parents, but three small children whose parents can barely move take things to a whole new level of messy. We are missing a milk cup, and I am afraid of what it will look like when I find it.
Well, that's the weekly update. I am racking my brain trying to come up with some funny story, but no humor is coming. Ben did pee on my foot and the scale again this week, but that now happens so often around here that it has lost it's humorous quality. I am going to go put my feet up, have a great weekend!