The Feast of Fools! And my predicament.

David started a little tradition with our family a few years back. The day or weekend after Thanksgiving we decorate our tree and eat a ridiculous amount of junk food.  We call it that because who eats a bunch of junk food right after the biggest food holiday of the year? Only fools do, thats who. We also have a tradition of getting a new ornament every year that represents one big thing that happened that year. This year our whole lives CHANGED, and changed quickly. With the surprise baby coming, moving far away from family and friends, the only thing we could think of is that life was so different. So we collected a small bag of CHANGE with 8 significant coins coins in it. There is a coin for each of our birth years, the year we got married, the year we bought our home in Tooele and the year we moved. It just so happens that 8 is also the number of years we lived in our first home. 

This pic cracks me up. He just found the Pickle. Why do we hang a pickle on the tree? Well because Santa leaves an extra present for the kid that finds the pickle. The kids love this little strange tradition and he was so excited to find it and hang it on the tree.

As far as my predicament goes, I have been put on semi-bedrest. I started having contractions during this pregnancy a lot sooner than with the others. The doctor always just told me that if I had more than 4 or 5 in an hour to go see him. On more then one occasion I have had several contractions in an hour, but on Monday afternoon they started and wouldn't stop. Nine or more in an hour for four hours. I went to the hospital and they gave me a terrible shot to make the contractions stop. I am also already dilated to a one. Which normally isn't a bad thing, but to also have contractions and pressure down below makes for a very bad thing. So, I am stuck at home, doing nothing but sitting. I can't stand for more then a couple of minutes and I can't do any lifting or bending. I am only 26 weeks, almost 27, which is wayyyyyy to early to be having a baby. Chances of survival are okay but it is survival with a lot of complications. If I can just hold him in for at least 3 more weeks there is less of a chance of long term complications. However, 6 more weeks would be even better, and heck for that matter 10 or 12 weeks is better than that. 

So here I sit and catch up on the blog, because what else am I going to do? If you are in the area come visit, give me a call, or send me ideas of books, tv shows and movies that you just can't live without so that I can survive being bored.